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Thy fear commences like a tiny spark Stays like a gentle flame And when the time cometh For destiny and success The fear rises like a fire betimes And kindles everything in its neck of the woods And thy greed cometh stealthily seeming like a innocuous fly and when the time cometh for charity and altruism it grows up to be a enormous vulture betimes and feeds on all benevolence in its neck of the woods And thy envy cometh in like a guest takes its first step into your mind and when the time cometh for merriment and jubilation the guest turns into a tyrant betimes and takes over everything in its neck of the woods And thy hauteur cometh with a tiny achievement agglomerates to create a mountain And when the time cometh for reality's river the river breaches the mountain betimes and washes away all the land in its neck of the woods