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FIght Fear


Fight fear, Blast the horn to beat the drums on unwilling ears. Tease the greedy with promises of abundance, Never become complicit, nor an encumbrance. Never tell your secrets to the desperate, Make “knowing” and “believing” separate. Climb higher than restrictions dictate, Let not adversity lessen the merits of debate. Push against the killing waves, Shelter your memories in the backs of caves. Lift the rock without conflict or presumption, Do not solicit dishonest food for consumption. Staple mnemonic devices upon your head, Be always grateful your impatience has a bed. Profess your love with an unwavering profusion, And don’t ever mistake love as an illusion. Let the dispassionate interpreters cry out in confusion. Ensure the survival of elusive enigmas Be proud being labeled a stain or a stigma Keep the dull-minded chained to the floor It won’t be your fault if they can’t find the door They’ll never esteem the merits of escape Narrowed minds cannot conceive of freedom or its shape. They don’t even question or wonder And by denying mystery’s everlasting light They cast humility asunder And assure that mystery is a fiend to fight. Who then, must you fight? Fight fear, for fear often triumphs and wins By escorting us to the cockpit of our sins The front window is veiled by fear’s delight Leaving us alone with complex controls And as a result we’re familiar with artificial night Ignorant to what illumination’s modesty holds. This is the cause For blind, nocturnal hate We know no inception, no start date Yet we still know that if our eyes can’t open There’s not a damn thing that’s worth hopin’ Unless you’re fear’s man, and want victory for certain You’ll take pleasure in the spreading of the curtain. But hey, it’s with adventures and journeys That we should be flirtin’ So we can flourish in the mystery of night Without succumbing to fear’s hideous delight. Fight fear.
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Everonfire
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Everonfire
<p>Wow, after years, look what I stumbled upon</p><p>It's the Vancouver riot</p>
bergersz
It was during a stumbleupon binge...I can't remember the sight or anything, but I thought it was an incredible picture.
Everonfire
Btw, where did you get that picture? It's so fitting.
Everonfire
Wow! That's so cool. Good luck!
bergersz
Thank you! I'll have to think about that...I play guitar so, I could easily do it!
Everonfire
Wow, this is amazing....I am speechless. I bet you could put this to music.

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