Don’t give me your sharp swords
For I’ll find the blunt end only

Don’t speak to me of the next life
For I’ll find the deaf ears of convenience.

Don’t sit with my bleeding conscience
For I’ll find the nearest crying rock

Don’t crowd me with your crazy politics
For I’ll find every dead word full of worms

Don’t lie to me with your words of wisdom
For I‘ll find every excuse to lie down and die.

Don’t hear me when I bleed into the sky
For I’ll bandage your eyes so you can’t find me

Don’t wear phrases of death and coldness
For I’ll find the heat controls of boldness.

Don’t skim my head with your razor eyes
For I’ll find a shelter from your cool looks

Don’t burn me with your hatred filled books
For I’ll find the sharpness wearing a smile.

Don’t give me your axes, knives and bullets
For I’ll find, for you, your God has left forever