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It takes a blind man to see,
A deaf man to hear,
A lame man to run from,
That which I fear.
Its name, I know naught,
A whisper resounding in my ear,
A thought, no more,
That which I fear.
Its shape, can't be shown,
A shadow from a tear,
A shadow on the wall,
That which I fear.
Its purpose, I won't speak of,
A purpose that makes the demons cheer,
A purpose that has the world in a flurry,
That which I fear.
Its face, perhaps you've seen it,
A face thats in the mirror,
A face much like yours,
That which I fear.
Its name, maybe you know it,
A name thousands hold dear,
A name that all will know of,
That which I fear.
Its name, is what I fear the most,
A name that's, to many, not a fear,
A name that'd be feared my many,
That name, the name is Us.
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