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I can’t handle the news.
I can’t hear one more piece of information
About death, evil, destruction, and doom.
I can’t bear one more audible assault on my ears of howling, hurting, and madness.
I can’t stand tall when all I want to do is crawl, crawl far, far down, into that deep, dark hole, where all I want to do is sleep
Until the evil in the world subsides, fades away, at least from my sight and my ears
And no more of God’s creatures are in pain,
No more of God’s creatures are slain
For color, religion, sex, or power.
Instead, I sleep in that deep, dark hole until peace washes over all of God’s creatures
Including me.