The Art of Fear

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Revel in many, first the art of fear.

To paint fond pictures of the coming day,

To abscond the life I hold closely dear,

When butterflies can soon fly astray,

Amorphous is the power of this life,

My eyes reflect fear, but I am not scared.

The weight of the world hidden sly in strife,

My pride on my sleeve for I have been dared,

The hearts of my citadel surely taint,

Afflatus, the artist of all above,

The walls of the bastion hoaxed and still faint,

The garden below, I think the world of

The adventures of chance, I’ll soon embark

Ruritania in light, set and marked.

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