Imminence in vain of a coward’s fate left to be broken by society’s perspective, a bleeding yet persistent one remains true in the eyes of the valiant. On occasion a blind eye will mistake instinct for cowardice as cowardice will be for bravery. Fear is the greatest weapon, the blinding assailant, created by free will only for its will to be soon controlled. See fear just as it is and you may tend to lose control; strike fear at its core and you can claim what loss is owed, see fear as a figure could be young it could be old, yet viewing fear as an emotion is imprisonment to the soul. Unlike fate, fear never masks itself but can still be perceived in many forms. Fear is ultimately approached as the state in which one is afraid physically. I don’t see it as a false statement necessarily, but I’d be lying if I said that was my POV? Even with a riddance of fear physically, the mental state of one can still be altered by an absolute presence, and in knowing this, fear is a weapon of deception.