ATTACK

The spine-tingling,

Pain mongering,

Hand-wringing,

Head wrecking,

Attack;

 

That slides in,

Slimes on,

Shakes up,

Stakes out,

and steals the peace.

 

Shaken,

Shattered,

and shivering,

You shine on;

 

Standing tall,

but feeling small.

The facets of fear,

attempt to tear,

and fracture,

the firm ground,

Underfoot.

 

Find the root,

stamp it out,

and rule it moot.

 

For you are safe

and sealed

and solidified

by something

 

Strong and deep

In truth to

Keep you

Hold you

Push you

And carry you through.

 

Victory.

 

The attack lacks; falls flat and fails.

 

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