Fear's voice

I speak as Fear

My name is Fear,

Your time is near,

Your little bit of fun is drawing to a close,

I am the thorns that stop you from picking the rose,

The claws that stop you from stroking the cat,

I could see your cowardice from where I sat,

You'll never amount to anything,

This taunting ballad I will sing,

You will shrink while I will thrive,

Living on your fear which keeps us both alive,



The End

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