Is it always that there's many of them,
and not that you let it be?
Can they not stand to see you fall
away from their flimsy grip?
Humans: fearful, deluded, animal.
Do you see something of that within?
Do you see the fear that keeps you away,
locked in your own little place?
Never tell them the truth;
just let fear define it for them.
So when they come with torches
you will not show your venomous soul.