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A hoarse voice in the dark calls all of us forward
Coarse and rough, loud and tough, mouths are shut as it speaks out
"Reach and touch me!" it exclaims
Hearing their mission the reluctant particpants obey
They reach out, forcing their hands into the mist
Calm with open palms, they pull hands back balled in fists
Their skin mauled and ripped
covered in blood it dripped
their attitude of innocent curiosity has flipped
Now their scared
fearing for their lives, got cell phones calling their wives, grab weapons, pistols and knives, swearing to pay all their tithes if they make it home alive
and I laugh loudly as I observe with pain on my mind
tears swimming in my eyes
a headache forming, divide
myself from this scene, I have tried
But ignorance is bliss
