There is fear in men,
of which I do not comprehend.
Of why they maybe scared,
when they do not even fear death.
The days when they tremble,
not for their lives that they mumble.
But for the face that they put on hallows,
which is really all in hollows.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 11:19 AM UTC
There is fear in men,
of which I do not comprehend.
Of why they maybe scared,
when they do not even fear death.
The days when they tremble,
not for their lives that they mumble.
But for the face that they put on hallows,
which is really all in hollows.
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