The intruder

To chase me out they would like
I stand across their throats
yet, they have no guts
to stare with their eye like a splinter
they keep the knives hidden
polish them every day
they would like my blood to wash their feet
and my eyes to crush the punches
I ignore their existence, suffering, hatred
useless they whip my surface
won't demolish the temple
I even laugh of their fierce swarming
They dig me, bury me
I ,yet alive,
breath and defy them

From the top
it seems an endless comedy

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