~ The swindled fear ~
Night swindles all the cries of fear,
Preparing them with cuts and sneers,
Yet all the tears that flow about
Are gentle cries that children shout.
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Yet here he is, he smiles, he weeps,
The gentle roses of thorn her grips.
But don’t forget, sweet child of fear:
The tears you hold are never clear!
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Don’t cry, don’t cry, for a devil’s sin!
Your soul forgave him with a gentle grin,
For now you crush in your gentle hands
The swindled cries tied up in fear’s demands…