The way your eyes
Shoot arrows of fire
That burst into flames
And devour your victim
That poor thing
Window to your soul
Kaleidoscope of the inside
Streaks of colour
vulgar and wide
Of boiling hatred and pride
Stop pulling that trigger
Stop playing with dynamite
Self-defence is not pretty
If you’re sane enough
You wouldn’t try it with me
Why insist to intrude
when extreme visualization is rude
Even an ice cube would melt
under your stare
Dehydration from heatstroke
The day the dam breaks
Nothing's gonna happen for your sake
So cut away your killer phase
And just look somewhere else!
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