Gunpoint of a trobuled student,
Suffocating in an airless world,
Or the knife a psycotic clown,
Your fear is death.
Fear death and you fear life,
Because death itself is around you,
Making your fears come true,
So life becomes a nightmare,
A death you wish to avoid.
By a devastating car crash,
Or from slow breaking of a heart,
Being forced into war,
Or at the mercy of yourself,
Death circles around you.
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