My childish fears are like a snare around my neck.

The Devil would invade us, and he knows our weak points! Beware!

This is about life and the many trials and tribulations that some must endure. It also has to do with some of my feelings of being caught like a rabbit in a snare, because I am bound to a hospital bed. We all have many things we must overcome, and just have to face.

A gossip is as sticky as a spider’s web. A person is no better than an insect, if he gets caught in that web.