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Fear

Fear

Thou make a warrior lame
An enemy to our race
Thy means so recondite
Suffered by all except none

In thee, ideas die
And motives murdered
Dreams doomed
Yet, no finger nor flesh

Thou are guilty on many a count
Starting from unactualization to death
Except you are defeated
We shall become fugitives 

For a fearless man
Can be attributed as a god


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  1. Date: 8/21/2009 11:11:00 AM

    Awesome! Your words speak so truthfully and touching! Great Job!