Shackles
@~@SHACKLES@~@
Hatred fills in and out
Let me take the poison
Unto I die
Unto bliss fills in and out
Unto I am freed
Chained and stoned
Nailed deep into the flesh
And the bones
Even beyond death
Blood knows its colour
But never its frugality
Let me wipe off your sin
With my apron
Unto stain-less
Let me whip you
Unto death and beyond
Fly from the ash
You are a Phoenix
High and high
To the freedom
-Puvi-
Copyright © Punnia Viswan Bhatia | Year Posted 2015
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