Distance decreases
as if time is a dying c___roach.
Plagues enclose.
Sitting upon this wooden bench,
I am helpless to billions of bullets.
In this moment I am helpless.

Why is it so difficult to see ourselves?

No poem I've wrote,
Nor song I have sung,
can halt the army of wrath.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers.
In this moment I am helpless.
Serpents will transform into mice
only to drown in the deepest red.
I've always expresses my thoughts in colors,
but we remain blind.
Numbers Numbers Numbers Numbers

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