I feel the threat of evil near
I feel the threat that it will hear
I feel the threat of unborn fate
I fear that help will come too late
I feel the hate of people here
I feel the hate is too sincere
I feel the hate within us all
I fear the crumbling of my wall
I fear the dawn as it rises
I fear it holds too many surprises
I fear the Angel as she treads
I feel that I have lost my head
P.D.
In Which She Writes Promises Her Blog Can't Cash
4 years ago
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