Sutras to you rise
As I hold you in my arms
Displacing all fear

The hard wall erect
Around my atrophied heart
Might crumble and fall

Groan putrified fear
Apathy deserts me, why?
Heart stirs back with life

Do not make me say
Sutras or mantras as I
Fight, yet hold you tight

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