Pathetic Husks
I detest cowards who cower at night's darkness,
afraid of shadows and their own demons.
Fear is a thief that steals courage
and leaves only cowardice in its wake.
Be a warrior, not a weakling.
Face your fears,
and let the darkness fuel your lights fire.
Weakness is not an option.
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