I’m throwing firebombs
in the nest of eyes
sick of all the scrutiny
incensed by all the lies
Look at this you bastards
I am shaking every tree
until the real revelation
falls down on me
I said I’d turn my back on
all of you without goodbyes
And walk all resolutely
one time from the nest of eyes
but soon you found me
kicking dirt around the verges
lurking in the trenches
soon succumbing to my urges
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