Doth thou not fear?
Thou shall say, as doth your inkling, I am sick
Divulging the fear that reaps
I embrace heart that creeps,
Life is too short indeed.
This disease is my labyrinth,
All my life I've been looking for its key indeed,
one day I will escape, I vow
But the struggle promises freedom from "now".
The whole world's crumbling,
Crushing the benevolence while vexing.
It is nothing but a struggle of world's apart,
Chained by the very fate of existence
Questioning the audacious,
Doth thou not fear?
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