Waiting in depths of a lion's den, here amidst evils
of this world, looking about for a savior to come to
my aid.
There is none as I proceed to walk forward into the
presence of all of them, unafraid, facing everything
head-on.
Watching the fear grow exponentially in their eyes,
because now they don't know what to do about it.
Someone who has no fear scares them more than anything.
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