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Whispers translate ‘you are fearful, you are mine’
Fight back, Fight now,
Fight fierce, Don’t bow
Precious gifts are smothered
Who am I, send another
What if, how can,
Please no, not again
Our plumb line is lost
We’ve bought the façade
Don’t think the fooling of yourself
Will ultimately stand the test
Fight back, Fight now,
Fight fierce, Don’t bow
Where is my angst, where is my awe
This disquietude is a holy call
Be afraid while fearing not
Choose your master, Choose your lot
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