"Are you scared?" I ask Dad over the phone.
"What do I have to be scared about?" he says. "We're locked in our rooms."
He's always been tough like that, stoic, but I wish I could see his face, hug
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When a heart would speak its piece,
Yet that word would rend and leave broken
How do you do things that shouldn't be done?
When a hand would go to action rash,
And put all kind feelings on the run
How do you be something that shouldn't have been?
When a man would take the world's course,
To the shadows of the devil's glen
How do you choose a choice that shouldn't be chosen?
Only by mistake or folly, transgression or sin,
Only by choosing to let Lucifer win