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How Does Fear Motivate Self-Awareness?

I mourn my childhood upfront.
Because it lasts but a while.
Where can I find the fountain of youth?

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"All Lives Matter"

I’m a lost soul aimlessly groping in the dark.
I’ve been taught to be in awe of anything new.
I live in a persistent state of alarm
Like a ticking time bomb
I’ll attack anyone and anything to reassure myself
No, I’m not scared, I’m what you know as insane
Who’s the real victim here?
The colored teen I gunned down in the street
Or I, the insecure chauvinist, protector of white lives?
I plead that you sit back and watch
While we Make America Great Again

When you go to church,
You keep Allah or God in mind to feel secure
When a killer invades your spiritual space,
No thought of God but on a mission for the Devil
Yes, he’s insane
Chasing his own shadows
Do we wait till he’s caught up or
do we intercept the massacre?
If all lives really matter, why aren't you outraged?

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Human Nature

He lies down at night to sleep,
his mind wandering astray through the affairs of man.
Who seem to have lost all respect for life and nature.
He wonders what tomorrow will be.
Why does nobody care about the forests and living creatures?
About greed and how it has turned men into selfish barbarians.
He worries about the storms, the flooding, the tornadoes and the melting glaziers.
The results of pollution and greed.
How long can life be sustained at the rate we're going?
I'm scared too for my life and the lives of those I love.
We need to do something if our world is going to survive

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Thanatophobia

I mourn my childhood upfront.
Because it lasts but a while.
Where can I find the fountain of youth?
That I may drink from it and retain my vigor.
I loathe the years to come which are sure to be hard.
With poor sight, taste, gait and brittle bones.
I yearn for wings to fly to a place that is safe from pain,
The inevitable discomfort that we all must face.
Soon we’ll see and be forced to acquaint
With death, the beauty we all must grace.

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