i just want to get away
far from everyday
the bullets speak for themselves
and the pain? who can say
wonder no more
there has got to be
someone who knows
vast meadows and sunshine
little girls' laugh and whine
birds chirp as they fly by
the image is alone, sublime
a million whys
them huge bloodshot eyes
pulverising thoughts
amidst hair-raising cries
demolition now a norm
evil grins and ruthless porn
we remain in the caves
all graceful yet forlorn
wonder no more
there has got to be
someone who knows
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