I will know that this sear,
Will always bring back the fear.
My heat is like a sepulcher stabbed by a spear,
In my never ending fear.
I do not want my fear so near,
As it makes my life unclear.
I despise that Heaven isn’t near,
And it seems the Angels don’t hear.
Nothing is left; the end is near,
I feel lost because they aren’t here.
But I think I have a chance to make it clear,
‘Cause its time to step up and face my fears.
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