It eats away at heart and soul;
fear’s freezing heat – a burning coal.
It freezes thought, nought can be done;
like at our temple there’s a gun.
Immobilized in thought and deed
so none can move in time of need.
It courses through the brain and heart;
both race ahead but never start.
So there we sit within our fear
and never see the dangers near.
All enemies are grown in size
and we believe the strangest lies
from people who we all once knew
were not the place where wisdom grew.
As we then burn within our funeral pyre
we miss the chance to see what’s higher.
True wisdom was our final quest
but alas our fear has done it best.
Hello cruel world, I’m here to join this circus.
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