Anxiety and panic strapped to my being

Like the belt of military generals of old

My mind is daring but actions not so bold 

Trapped in this room without oxygen to consume

Wipe me away, sweep me into the corner with your broom 

Anxiety and Panic braiding my mind into a rope of deception 

The devils trick the mind but I have protection 

Like the belt of military generals of old 

I’m here before you creator I’ll take each punishment, every scold

Anxiety and panic floating in the stench of this air 

The lies of the truth, the snake slithers throughout your hair

The blameless deeds of life building upon you 

Yea let this water of the heavens fall upon my face 

Just as the sweet morning dew

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