If I could bury you
Beneath the rubble,
Below the garbage,
Underneath the filth,
Close to the walls of hell

I'd bury you alive

If I could bury you
Turn you into a distant memory,
Into an insignificant written page,
Torn and turned to ashes,
Close to the edge of nothingness

I'd bury you alive

But
I have to deal with you
I still have to deal with you
You still show up uninvited
An entitled guest
In my show of life

I still have to look at you
And smile
I have to muster all my courage
Remind myself that evil comes
Shaped in sheep's clothing

I have to build walls so high
That Jack and the beans stock
Cannot reach
So strong that they survive tsunamis

I still have to smell you
and your rotten nonsense
I still have to hear you
and you ephemeral words

If I could bury you
I'd bury you alive
Alongside my walls and defenses

So that I may no longer
Speak any Evil
Hear any Evil
See any Evil
And well
Smell any Evil