You think you can appease or please the gods who placed you in these chains?
These chains were forged from years of work
So why suppose you can merely shake and **** these mental chains to earth like dirt?
In prison cells you train your mind
To leave the walls and bars behind
In spite of tablets etched in law
And dictates of those gods of yore
Through heaven’s gate to evermore
The free man
In his bliss
does soar.
Aug 14, 2018
Aug 14, 2018 at 5:58 AM UTC
You think you can appease or please the gods who placed you in these chains?
These chains were forged from years of work
So why suppose you can merely shake and **** these mental chains to earth like dirt?
In prison cells you train your mind
To leave the walls and bars behind
In spite of tablets etched in law
And dictates of those gods of yore
Through heaven’s gate to evermore
The free man
In his bliss
does soar.
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