This life is actually much larger
Everything around us is a room
In a giant manor
We keep the doors shut
Bar them with wardrobes
Cover the windows with blankets
Sit in a corner with the lights turned off
Because what lies OutSide
Is too much
Too Much
TOO MUCH
It defies imagination
Thos things consume understanding
Devour common sense
Relish in their world and shun our little hideaway
So we stay tucked away
Living life in a dark room
Unwilling to open our eyes
And happy with the lights off
Because we know
As awful as tomorrow may be
Or as terrible as our actions could be
They could never be quite as horrific and incomprehensible
As what lies on the OutSide
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