Woke up to find
the lady
She walked
out of my refrigerator
Time to wash
the eyes and senses
cleaner
Retribution awaits
with a massive axe
swinging in my face
It moves
It moves out and
It plants
plants the seeds of violence
Blending them
the leftovers of tolerance
Cashing the bills
And mowing down
the veins of life
For my hands
as the desire to
just hold a weapon
still lies hidden
and the passion
the passion
to pursue a war
doesn’t seem
to be
forgotten
I wonder
I wonder at the
Glances received
dirty stares in nature
Should I use my eye
Or the gun
for well fitting
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