The insects are everywhere, swarming the aging flesh of the children and their families... Flies, maggots; things that have never been seen before by these dead, young eyes. And I feel nothing. This town is meaningless, this race; good riddance. Every one of them, with their problems and worries and beliefs and gifts, they will all be dead soon. All in good time.

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Good night, my link. You trash.

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Go to sleep and wake up to yourself, your pain feeds me, gives me strength. Continue with your pleading. I confuse you. But you cannot escape no matter how hard you try; you are mine. And that's the way it will stay.

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Rock-a-bye

And good night

Go to sleep

Try to fight.

You are weak

You're a fool

You are sweet

You're my tool.

Crush their skulls

Laugh their cries

Eat their flesh

No more lies.

No illusion

I am here

Nothing to fear

But only fear.

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I am Fear.

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Tear at your own face and pull out your hair. You're growing madder and madder, slipping further still. The nights are dim for you. You're forgetting your life. What a disappointment. I thought you were stronger than that. The strong ones are always the most entertaining; they suffer the longest. Your mind and will are extraordinary, but not nearly extraordinary enough to throw my attention. You're dying and you know it.

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Weakling. You're losing.

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You've lost.

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I win again.

A/N: Let's take a vote. The end? Or do you want more?