he go
there is a nasty part of me
that hides away very well
in plain sight he thinks
that i cannot see him
but i can
hiding his eyes behind a blade of grass
he thinks he is invisible
but the grass whistles as it cuts
i could hide in a sunny field
in fact i do
but i know he’s there
do you know yours then
don’t blend in with that chameleon
it will take a heart of molten rock
to smother the bastard
but he will still be there
waiting for yours to call
war is his black shell
glee his predilection
shame at his presence your only sword
for he has no shield against that
beware the eel of time
don’t be the one to blink first
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