Free From This World
Slavery thought so bad when whips crack the soul
Tears and lamentation with background noise of laughter
Power of purse filled with such useless treasure.
It took time
Taking it far past the need in self opinion
It came.
Now any bone broken
Any illusions shattered
i
am
free!
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