My greatest fear is when,
The world ask a question.
And neither sheep nor men,
Can by answer proffer a solution.
Then will her mood change,
And on us will she mischief rain.
My greatest fear is when,
The sea throws a riddle.
For us to by intuity learn,
But none can give a clue.
Then will she skedaddle,
Coupled with her fortune and good.
My greatest fear is when,
A wrong woman from den.
Did on my custody stay,
And did love forgeries spray.
To have a picnic in hell,
Is better than to with her in paradise spend.
My greatest fear is when,
Life refuse to more learn.
But is satisfied with her knowledge,
And shudder towards 'tower voyage'.
Then will her content,
Will by destruction be content.
My greatest fear,
Is to me dear.
But what is amiss is,
They can't to me peace fix.
They only mishchief rain,
Till the greatest truthful liar on us reign.
But this fear,
Can be fair,
By the saviour's fair.
C.2017
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