A Fear
I fear Ugliness
The kind that takes over your soul
And doesn't let you sleep anymore
Eyes wide open, concentrating
waiting for something to happen
If patience is a virtue
Why am I not at peace
I raise my hands up to the Lord
So he can set me free
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