Although I built myself a wall
And lived in “splendid” isolation,
I didn’t feel secure at all
But shook with utter trepidation.

And all because I thought I saw
Impending doom in all directions,
And every dagger, tooth and claw
Was bent on tearing me in sections.

It’s taken me a deal of years
Of living in the utmost terror
To realise that all my fears
Were based upon a single error:

I’m not a one that can be harmed
But everlasting, sacred, charmed.

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