Fear is but the first of fiends
Born by harrowed bone
And fed by utter lack of trust
And nurtured all alone
Hate is but a child of fear
And may be not the worst
It fills your eyes with bitter rage
And burdens with a thirst
And vile is the violence
That is fear's second born
That blackens now the hearts of man
And stains a soul with scorn
War is last and bastard born
Some say cruel son of fate
It spurs senseless slaughter
And breeds a home of hate
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