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(a continuation of "To the Beast of Oppression") past the point of no return. What now? After I'm released from my cold, biting chains Released into the world Like a little bird that fell from its nest Unprepared to fly That soon will be snatched up and devoured By hungry predators Or die in the cold reality of modern life I wish only to be with my love, live happily Someplace. A small apartment, room for rent With a pencil and a piece of clean paper A job that pays well enough to live on Someone to share my bed with, who loves me back And cares Far from the cold Lofty and cushioned with love I don't ask for much But It seems I cannot leave This cage of iron and biting crystals Piercing, invading light For outside my prison I cannot survive I have no hope Without this oppression Without this beast resting its head on my shoulder Peering into my secret life For they feed me, sustain me, keep me from the cold And, since the chick is still immature Too young yet to fly I pray for feathers to adorn my naked wings And hope that when I'm ready, I'll survive. |
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In all things, Unreason
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