Fear comes in waves,
White horses of the apocalypse,
Bringing pestilent waste,
Benighting bright promise until,
Mania breaks over sanity's safe shore.
But still I will,
Kick for the surface,
After going under for the third time.
And like the fit of the Scottish king,
Seeing ghosts of his best friend,
Which ended sleep forever,
And I am a man again.
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