Eyes

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'Ha!'

Masks of truth

Power in bullets

"Sir!"

I cannot see your face,

I feel blind to the power

"Help!"

I am drowning

Who even are you?

"Bye"

I choose,

My own art

I choose,

death

THE TRUTH

I rather,

than eyes of

society.

Your art,

deception.

Watch and plan

You burn the very plans.

You destroy the future of the blessèd seed.

The seed that you feed tax and debt.

You burn their sprouted trees.

The seeds are scared to fall.

I WANT TO AVOID YOUR DESTRUCTION

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