Dear My Dear
Dear my dear,
I dare you to hear,
To listen to the fear
Let it drive you
Past the point of being blue
Into the fire
The flames consuming the pews
That you use to pray
For peace
Silence was a release
Until it became too loud
So bask in the heat
Of your fears
Consume rather than be consumed
Live rather than exist
And try not to let the silence
Become insolence
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