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Fear


We all have a fear From death being so near From animals or heights Or from gloomy spooky nights But fear doesn't make us weak Although it can make you feel fatigue It makes us who we are Just like we are defined by the scars If you ain't scared You ain't human There is nothing wrong with being afraid You just have to tolerate it until it fades Because you can run, but you can't hide It will haunt you day and night Until anything is better than this agony Little by little you will loose your sanity But why do we fear? We fear to promote survival Without fear we would be carelessly crossing the street So that a car can hit us and to death we bleed Befriending a poisonous snake So it can bite you with the venom it makes Drifting to unconsciousness slowly and painfully We start to be grateful to be afraid gradually Although we fear it we need it to survive Why so afraid when God is there? To protect you from the harmful creatures he create God will never leave you alone If you must know He will stay with you throughout the journey Don't you worry he will show you his mercy Until it is a dead end It is time for you to be dead DEATH Is the greatest fear of all The fear of death waiting in the wall For the perfect moment to capture his victim Why are you running away? When you can't escape anyway We run to hope to see another day A day full of the sun's ray To hope that death will get bored And will leave us to see the unexplored There is nothing wrong with being afraid You just have to tolerate it until it fades Because you can run, but you can't hide It will haunt you day and night If you ain't scared You ain't human
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