A cruel master is he,
A tyrant devoid of mercy
Persistence his sole virtue
His touch like a whip’s scourge
Ever a naysayer,
He neither knows nor gives rest
On and on, he drones
His voice never hoarse
His oratory is masterful
A story teller, first rate!
Vivid tales of woe and gloom
A fount of hopelessness
His iron grip is pitiless
Forged in dark, cold logic
No dream thrives in his realm
Yet despair runs unchecked
Sometimes he is wild eyed,
Other times? Calm and knowing
No matter, he is always heard
The vocal enemy of hope
His offspring are much like him:
Despair, indecision, and fear
Alone, each is legion
Together, they are mighty indeed
To overthrow him is no easy
Only the greatest courage,
The strongest faith,
Stand any chance against him
Rationality, his unwitting ally
The logic of risk and calculated failure
Wisdom and courage alone
Will aid you against him
He calls you friend to your face
Yet he is an evil counsellor
He whispers pessimism
And intones certain defeat
To live boldly, strongly,
Is your only way
To take risks and failures,
To trust in God's providence
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