Raised to Fear the Everything

The end draws near,
try and fight the cheer,
soon to be displaced,
with bold fits of change.
And in that aftermath,
I'm driven to invent
a new life,
where dreams breathe,
and I again greet death,
and nevermore cower,
as a shivering fool,
raised to fear the everything.

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