Fear

Its not death that I fear
But the noise of conscience I hear
Of a life pained
Of memories slained
Of hands blood- stained
The choices I made
The ways I took
Of trembling grounds and houses that shook
The web of lies that grew around
A mind alone, a soul bound
Through my heart grows a spear
Its not death that I fear
Its the days [...]

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Amidst drop dead silence, which I might add, is quite unusual for my cubicle, rang the dreaded white instrument. Startled by the deafening noise, I reached out for it like a man possessed. I picked up the phone.
“Good Morning sir, This is Superman from Krypton, with my red shorts on my blue pants. I have [...]

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