Fear is an object threaten by people,
but theres nothing evil, theres nothing mean,
the light is just spreading at the edges of the beam.
A beam of light, a beam of fear,
who said that whey are any different from
others you have seen.
The light is kind, it is in our minds,
when we close our eyes we see,
the shapes of an object,
the shapes of me,
and yes,
you are reading this poem,
as they were your thoughts and mind,
im just putting on the table the rest of the ryhmes,
so you could see for yourself,
that we are not so diffrent.
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