A Dogma

Fear is great heights and great depths

Darkness and Brightness

Fear is something new and something old

It is a sin and yet so natural

A lust for safety 

A lust for comfort

Rip off the mask to face it

Fear is hate and fire

More like a flamethrower than the sun

Fear wants a couch and a television

Fear does not want a bed

It contorts like a huge gust the mighty tree

And brings people to their knees

Maybe Igorance is strength and knowledge a weakness

But such a strength flexes to destroy and belittle

If such strength destroys then weakness is good

And weakness could be love and understanding

The hard muscles of fear 

Can you overcome such a despot?

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