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Feb 2017
We all have a choice to free Will
He starts off locked in a cage
You might choose to just chill
Or you may embrace your rage

Paralyzed you can remain still
But Remember this is your stage
It's truly only your time to ****
Choose your fate, turn the page

You fell asleep and woke to see
Under the bottom rock lay a key

I wonder, Was it even locked?
Perchance,Is this all a dream?
A blunder, yet they knocked
Romance, A Jehovah scheme

A paradise of the utmost ultimate utopia
A paradox, of thee immaculate dystopia

We chase and climb as we proclaim the divine
As Robert weaves tightropes and walks the line

A friend indeed to help Will Succeed to not
blindly bleed and pay the taxman's greed

It's only your life to lead, or perhaps throw away
Why not nurture the seed, and extend your stay

Please open your eyes and decide your path
Boldface the lies and regret's dreadful wrath

The future is here, prepare for a great surprise
I'm going to end this poem's life, with italicize
Anyone want to talk about Religion maybe? I have a few acres of time.
Drifton A Way
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