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Haven’t you envisioned your fear, 

your future in which you wait for, 

your life that is delicately ending every day.

Your fears are hidden in your core, 

and are presented in the dreams you perceive,

your future is only too near

and you strife to allow for sense,

your life, you believe will go your way.

How do you feel knowing your fate

is handled by another,

from the hands that brings your fear, 

the hands that move your future, 

and the hands that bear your death.

Does your power feel limited, 

knowing that your strength has weakened, 

weakened by your shivers and screams.

Does your past seem brighter, 

knowing that your future may be dimmed, 

dimmed by a lack of faith and control.

Does your existence seem lifeless, 

knowing your death is near and unexpected, 

unexpected by the fault of fate.