I'd rather not see it.

Just cover my eyes when the danger occurs.

Shield me when catastrophic moments come.

Pain keeps hitting me in the head with a club,

waiting for me to arise

(so it can hit me, again.)

I can't take it.

Conceal me when fear knocks at our door,

and the seed of anger grows within

the souls of many,

including myself.

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Since we can't do this;

since there's no such thing,

I'll use nothing but my feet -

they'll lead me to escapism.