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I onced was tied down
Schackled to my sins.
With the blindfold of a secular life. Death was my only gurantee of freedom or so I thought. As for you see I expected nothing of my self, the only thing that I expected was expecting nothing at all. Bound by what this world had to offer a solitary confinment for life. Only looking into the abyss. The glow of day passed the darkness of night covered me like my very own flesh blanket. Tired of my life, my knees bent, my arms raised, the roar of my voice penetrated his ears. Breaking chains. I bled life, filling every void, every crevace. My soul finally free, like a butterfly leaves its cacoon so did I. Never looking back.
Schackled to my sins.
With the blindfold of a secular life. Death was my only gurantee of freedom or so I thought. As for you see I expected nothing of my self, the only thing that I expected was expecting nothing at all. Bound by what this world had to offer a solitary confinment for life. Only looking into the abyss. The glow of day passed the darkness of night covered me like my very own flesh blanket. Tired of my life, my knees bent, my arms raised, the roar of my voice penetrated his ears. Breaking chains. I bled life, filling every void, every crevace. My soul finally free, like a butterfly leaves its cacoon so did I. Never looking back.