If the child ?? then come later Wrapped up and returned after many years Crawled out from under (uncouth/?) layers To take a shell back and slip in Well wouldn't you? Would the child answer full of anger Full of rage & blood lust spoken but never shown With a seeming riddle or a puzzle Neither the brutal nor the timid could have known Deep down inside it's too dark to see The ??, a shot of something What violent other could there be? Here is the end Here is nothing Nothing After breathing in the beginning After beating through what wasn't there Death became the only answer, but not the cure The final act became the meaning No-one cared [fade out]
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