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Dread

He feels the sword of Damocles
Dangling just above his head
He sinks slowly to his knees
In a state of constant dread
 
His world will not fall apart
This being his constant fear
Yet palpitations in his heart
Render such delusions quickly clear
 
He fails to see that all is well
And perceives each detail as a threat
He takes up residence in Hell
Not bound for this, at least not yet.
Written by crowfly
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