Fear knocked at my door, I answered with temptation,
I screamed for forgiveness, but all was for damnation.
Love knocked at my door, I answered with respect,
I dreamed of untold pleasures, I had none to collect.
Envy knocked at my door, I answered with compassion,
I thought of those other kids, who had the latest fashion.
Hope knocked on my door, I answered with contempt,
I wondered why always, I looked for all and wept.
Let not the Fear or Love, Envy or Hope,
Allow us to decide, who has the right,
To plan our futures before us with freedom,
And take from the world of our internal light.
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