In infancy
No more Afraid, of the Void
That mother will switch off the light
And the Darkness will swallow me whole?
No more Afraid, of the Monster
That my fairy tale book will fall open
At the page of the horrible ghoul?
No more Afraid, of Agitation
That shutting my eyes won’t prevent
The devil appearing from the screen?
In youth
No more Afraid, of Intimidation
That bully boys with less brain than brawn
Will beat me and leave me to cower?
No more Afraid, of Failure
That I’ll never be able to master
My nerves with those nasty exams?
No more Afraid, of Rejection
That feelings rebuffed by sweet girls
Will mean I will never know love?
In adulthood
No more Afraid, of Despair
That Coldness will come and consume me
And saviours will not be at hand?
No more Afraid, of Toil
That seeking each day comprehension
Will not be rewarded with Truth?
No more Afraid, of Injustice
That destitute souls will remain
And they’ll never be place for us all?
In maturity
No more Afraid, of Iniquity
That Wisdom cries ‘lone in the street
And fools who hate Knowledge rule the World?
No more Afraid, of Catastrophe
That Plagues caused by human unthinking
Will never be once overcome?
No more Afraid, of Mortality
Of the Wretched who say “Life ends here”
And we never meet again, You and Me?
No more Afraid?
La fatigue était venue subrepticement. Christopher ne l’avait pas vue venir. C’est vrai qu’il voyageait depuis plusieurs heures et rien sur cette autoroute ne venait troubler sa concentration. Rien qui ne puisse interrompre son flot de pensées sur tout ce qu’il laissait derrière lui en partant. 
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