Fear of mind, fear of the soul,
A mere illusion, the heart might know,
The wave through the spine,
The sweating of the palm,
When no longer controlled by the bodily realm,
In nature fear is inherent,
Surviving is the prevalent fear,
But if fear is an illusion,
Shouldn’t life be rather clear,
Keep on searching, till you’re be told,
The reason terror creeps within,
And you commit that deadly sin,
Triumphant is to conquer,
Triumphant is to siege,
The varying consciousness of the soul,
To make you become as complete as whole.