Don't Fear The Reaper

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    Don't Fear The Reaper
    Empty am I,

    my heart has lied.

    Dead am I,

    on the inside.

    I'm not afraid to feel,

    nor do I fear to see;

    And that is the fear,

    that festers in me.



    I'm not afraid of the Dark Man --

    for he is my shadow.

    All I fear from him,

    is his magic sand.

    I don't fear the Reaper.

    I fear not,

    his curved knife.

    The only thing that I fear,

    is this melancholy life.

    Fear is fear,

    I can't make it cease.

    In loving memory,

    R.I.P.



    By: Roy Quebedeaux

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    When power leads man towards arrogance, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the area of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of existence. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses.

    John F. Kennedy (1917-1963) Thirty-fifth President of the USA

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