Fear

poetry

A creature with eyes like fire

And a mouth like Satan’s Abyss.

It dwells in the hearts of ev’ry liar,

Which strikes like swords at victims of Death’s Kiss.

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Fear overtakes our minds and souls.

For it’s the servant of Weakness

Created by God’s seven plagues and bowls

Destroyed only by brav’ry’s sleeplessness.

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