To something that had been done A thought that had been conceived And brought forth Along the path of the north To the idea of all as one A gesture of things received Unity of mind and spirit Singularity, and the fear of it To the people hiding from innocents An emotion, dry with false reality Beliefs concentrated, steered, and obeyed Children unaware and afraid To things experienced in a sense A thought sought or insight of morality The freedom of mankind The torturous prison left to find To the existing, underlying oppressions Overlooked and ignored Fueling immortal flames Providing pictures for our frames To the insane and therapy sessions A whole existence in a ward Misunderstood thought Or the forgotten war, still fought To the powers of all that is great And the fatal decision of destiny I give my love and yet my hate I refused the silver plate Ever plagued with constant debate Loose cannons of memory, which rest in me.
Reason for writing:
life
Birth sign: Cancer
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