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You hide you sins in long sentences, and yet you beg me not explode.
If you do not hide your lies, you may turn your back – I will, I promise thee, not explode.
Tensions bleed through air and suffocate the innocent,
Words not understood nor said by those who will suffer them, they plea – not explode.
Gas hides in invisibility, click-click is all it would take,
Do not worry, says the landlord, it will, believe me, not explode.
The old dragon Vesuvius grumbles from her slumber, it would last two days,
and take one thousand – lets gather our jewels – pray she not explode.
Turn off the damn kettle, it’s whistles make the husky scream,
It was meant to make grandma tea! Not explode!
Easy, sure, gunpowder, pipe, fuse… Easy!
It is, of course, in the name! How can an IED not explode?
The bank teller detests men in black masks,
They are but parrots, ‘Your life, your body, I will, for a fee, not explode!’
The emptiness in the air, far more pain then her vicious words ever were,
A life time of love, ended in silence, and they ask me, why did she not explode?
Written by Skye Taylor
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