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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