Such hate
such wrath and froth
match to the gasoline
candle to the moth
many fighting
my poor instinct to dodge
heedless of where
that bullet may lodge
and then this strange
prescription
to not resist
So I'll never live up
to your name
as I clench my fist
imagining the sweetness
the solid impact
if the moment ever comes
who the hell know
how I'll really act
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