there’s a shotgun in the basement
but it won’t do me any good
no sense in shooting the darkness
when you can’t locate the noise
the noise, this specific noise
it panics me into a silent sweat
what memory is this, now with voice
now with an appetite for revenge
there’s no name to call out
when the uprising fear is a
new stranger
and prayers combust under
duress from the unholy,
as surely as this is
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