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The chains of freedom
A fire burning in my hands 
A societal lie made by heavy pockets 
Of extremists like the Nazis 
Jabbing whatever they want , where ever they want 
For any reason they find plausible 

A belief so heavily inflicted that it makes us forget out pasts
Our purpose and our right to exist as humans 
You can use your voice to scream but you are mute 
Even the loudest voice becomes no more than a whisper 
When in the shadow of fear 
A shadow that creeps upon me

When i am alone, i know i am next  
A subtle premonition of the chaos to come 
Porcelain dolls hanging from the ceiling 
Wearing red and cherry white
But their hair to soft to be toys 
And  their skin to warm to be fake 
Strung up with crosses marked on each of their faces

When the bell rings 
A distant chime of terror digs their graves and yet they can not run 
The smell of putrid among us and rotting flesh 
Frozen by the sense of lingering despair

My road is predetermined by those before me 
Lead me to be hung up on a pillar like one of my sisters 
Up i go
The world i see as life escapes me is bittersweet

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