The clash of the sane with the insane
the slow movement that starts
unknown to the gods of the world
of the destruction they face in every path.
Slow is the movement
that raises its head like a lion preparing to attack.
I bend not now my fear
as the insanity of the destruction and I clash.
There builds this fire in me
that I can’t seem to water out.
It grows against the gods of the world
as they fight to put it out.
Love, hate, loathing, anger, jealousy, fear
all rear their ugly heads to build this world.
Steer clear of me
I escape from them
I save my innocence
untarnished by the destruction that they hold.
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