Freethinker

She's not a freethinker do not know an illusion Of dreams nothing to bear Hid herself from the image of Narcissus will And bears thine name Those shoddy look wasn't happy and yet unfair For let me pour a thing and heaves those groan of despair A trilogy of unwanted character plays no fear Acceptance, revenge, delude she made clear For Hera's word exhorting her to fight So the muse of epic poetry-they call her Calliope at night She herself couldn't surrender the concession of LOVE For thous't vowel the O and E, Consonants of L and V triggers her to feel The abstract of battle Maybe she's a freethinker. Over the rough road of ignorance Decried the message of thou commit ones Oh! her hope in life exceeds for the existence of long time ago Of by the genus fressia Of by the dogma of living Now she stood up and speak with freelance in the tongues of men And march by the beat of upliftment A freethinker now she knows and never dream again.