Handcuffed Freedom

Ordinary lust or lost is more than beards
can tell the wind and crows.
Is the ego glad it worked out system
where doing and being may glow?
For after mass falls on lucky escape
I look back at mafia symbols.
Who was she and why must I be
some coin thrown at sea.

So alive and in mood for work
the soldiers clean up.
The lasers follow the temple
of every lonesome creature.
Speak now and die
for lying and laying lie.
You have just a few years left to decide
which slave is yours.


Author: leeethomas

Visual Artist, musician and writer from Australia. Interested in Love and the Mind.

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