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The Enemy Within

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We all think it will never come,

march we do to the sound of the same drum.

We laugh and cry and hate and love,

but never consider the price from above.

Plans we make and schemes we hatch,

not realising we are the ones it wants to catch.

Its shadow is there every turn we take,

enveloping us just because of one mistake.

Bear the cost and pay your dues,

but be careful of the course you choose.

You may think we all arrive at the same destination,

but fools will never become a new creation.

Pablo – October 2018