If fear is my master, is my mind then its slave? If I kill off the fear is my mind then its grave? If I live on in fear am I consumed by its lust, do I surrender my soul, is it worth less than dust? If I confront fear with valour, hold in contempt, its consumptive power of evil intent, attack it with courage, abuse it, decry, in the face of this onslaught, will it wither and die? I must find the courage, put fear in its grave, at rest in my mind, no more to enslave.