Crimson

Sat, 11/09/2013 - 18:55 -- kmcc95

No more slavery

Shackles lay in shambles

No longer brainwashed

Liberated from myself

I am my own destroyer

Body, mind, and impulse

--But I am not I.

When crimson sprung

from hand and foot,

and such body then restored,

so was I from flesh and bone.

So was I into infinte.

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