When I was a child
God asked me,
"Who is your enemy?"
"The Devil,"
I had said.
For that was
What I had always been told.
When I had grown
The Devil asked me,
"Who is your enemy?"
"Fear,"
Was my answer.
For that was
What I had come to understand.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
