Fear is not a blind force
It is motivated
It seeks power.

We shame ourselves
by consorting with fear

And hide our shame
from others and our selves

Fear smells like rot
And rots what it touches.

It seeks power
for it has none of it's own

Fear masqarades as rational
but is master of disguise
We capitualate to the illusion
Corny audience

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