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Fear


 

Tell us what’s happening 

I stood petrified 

Empty and dead

Sweat running down my back 

 

He was tortured 

Lashes of the whip

Half unconscious 

Fear was greater

 

How could I not cry 

Everything was fading 

We were naked 

Nothing could frighten us anymore 

 

We were not afraid 

It was over 

Free men 

Surely it was a dream

 

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