I'll Equip Myself Better (Next Time)

You hurt me, and that's not okay.

I want to fall asleep with a lion
Because maybe then I would learn
What it's like to sleep with the threat
Of death hanging over my face
(As though I don't already know)

Everything can be fought, 
And so I'm just learning to bring
Rocket-powered grenade launchers
To the battle instead of handguns.

The End

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