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Topic C


Poetically most things are best brought to light, and there most things make more sense. Fear is as much a driving force as desire, greed, or any other emotion. Unlike many other emotions though fear is deeply grounded in a perceived reality rather than actual reality, emphasizing that our very mind is often our own worst enemy.


Breath,
The mark of life,
and Breath,
The mark of strife.
Or Breath,
Hate's delight,
Oh Breath,
My eternal night.

Sing sweet little bird
Of all the wonders you've seen
All the horrors you've heard.
Oh sing little bird
Of all the hope you've lost,
All the past ripped away undeterred.
Oh cry little bird
Of all the sights you've seen
All the flaming nights unburned.
Oh sweet little bird,
What wonder's you've seen
And what beauty you did glean,
Oh kind little bird
Watch it all melt away
And drown in darkness there to stay.
Pray, die little bird
Your cries have gone unheard
As ever it will draw near,
Shrouded in a nameless fear.
Pray, why little bird
You waste your last breath
Ea're the final call of death....