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Feb 2014
FOOL FREEDOM AND MARTYRDOM

There was once a love
I had found
Greater than the spheres
Of all knowledge
For it held it in one hand
A depth that troubled and excited
A love that glittered in my heart
And stirred me whole
That rang the bell
In my enlivened cells
But a slave I was
Watched by day
And watched by night
Every moment governed
By this Roman rule
The Romans saw me as this orphan boy
Who traveled a chaotic path
But in my happiness I whistled in the wind
And traveled through peoples hearts

The Romans rules me closely
They could see my every hand
Slipping closely into this moment
When love was on my left
I was forced and encaged
And humiliated by this Roman rule
A dangerous thought
Occupied my mind
With the enemies attention focused
Dominating and controlling my future
There legion circulating
My golden city of future love
Torn into by darkness
As this was my last chance corral
With much regret I tentatively
Pursued my drastic course
By blowing the bridge to my golden city
And opening the gates to my freedom
Much noise and many arrows
Rained on me from the Roman rule
But they were stranded in my golden city
Blind and unable to navigate
For I was truly free

I danced and sparkled in my freedom
But at what great cost
As I looked over the great raven
To my golden city of love
My last chance corral
Had my ego baffled and betrayed me
For what great sacrifice
What martyrdom is this
Had my ego secretly tricked me
Had I sacrificed myself
Nailing myself to a cross
Just that i placed on a hill
And raised on a cross
That I may look down on my oppressor
Had I been a foolish martyr
As I may blow an arrow
Through every verse
For there are many acts we play

Penetrating deeply into every moment
We can clear the debris of our life
As I am folded layer upon layer of madness
Forged into me by the insanity of the world
To find my freedom I need to
Unlock many gates to my center
As I am plagued by many doubts
Be careful of the games in this world
As there is love and freedom
And I fear i missed the two of them
But one day I will catch them both
written while reflecting on a past experience and some of the games being played .
by : Adam Childs
Written by
Adam Childs  Lyme Regis
(Lyme Regis)   
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   --- and Mary
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