Go away; away from my way
For your sayings are but friendly explosives
Which the childish ear gladly accepts
Until the bomb does the boom.
Go away; away from my way
For your words are thorns
And smiling sinister whips
That do nothing but flay the skin
Like the cutlass hacks off a tree's bark.
Go away; away from my way.
Go away with your jaw of dark forest
And mat dripping of infants' blood.
Go away with your theatrical teachings
And plus-like artefact which only feigns holiness
When your want is but business.
Go away; away from my way.
Let my mind be not unfree.
Say no more
For I will hear not anymore.
Say no more
For you do not, what you say
And follow not, the path you lay.
Say no more,
So you may sin no more.
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