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Jan 2011
We fight to free ourselves from fear.
It's slavery over us vast i­n the air.
To give in is to die lost in the night.

Except the few that fight.
Riding fear like a wild beast.

A beast who all do FEAR.
© BJM 2011
Written by
Brad J March
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