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whose equal they think they are
vacillating between what you think
and what is really real
flying from one doorstep to another
hoping that the warmth within
will calm the unsettling storm
Kill all they will if it makes you happy
but do it with fervor
and blood on your tongue
Don't be a fool
eradicate all that makes sense
not to you
only what is near
The doctor is up your nostrils
with fanfare, luxurious meal
of bones and children's brains
Time to stop the denial game
the red rabbit is kept
like a pet in the dark
shine the light
on the velvet and fine fur