Freedom, why so mysterious?
Oppressive devil who spread his seed through his own plant
Now slain through the effort of those
Affected now gathered
Like vultures to the wounded
Now feasting on a move very triumphant

With fears of the scent of rose
Being not as sweet
Without the most noble of enchant
Hopefully with this
Our hearts are not as doomed

The roots of a possessed tree
Are now withered
Slowly becoming the dirt that encases them
Deeper it has sunk
Deeper it has rested
With only a few to break off into
A new forest or two

One small mistake
Had set the tree on fire
The other forests
Have felt the flames
No matter the distance
Between

The potential of heat
Gave these forests a power
Those who broke off to new lands
Become united
To share the waters
Preventing more burns

But now the fire from the devil's path
Is gone
We are free
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W­hy don't I feel it?


Freedom, why so mysterious?
You are now granted to me
After a long war
But once shots have ended
Nothing felt different
Is it that I have yet to see the flames die?
Or is it a fear of the whispers to come
By the winds of those uneducated
In wonder of what happened

The only thing I have left
Is the fires to overpower the match
Untapped

Freedom, why so mysterious?
Please answer soon
As I have grown tired of waiting for the fight to be over
I will try to use the flames for other uses
But growing idiotic saplings have sprouted making it that much harder

Where is the goddess to listen to the stories of the forest
Easing its pain

Freedom... Please don't leave, you and I are about to know more of each other's mind