"Sometimes those who think they bring the light extinguish it in others." by Poet
Sadly, The truths they claimed Would set me free Rotted In the souls of twisted vines And broken branches. Decay Spreading from stagnant soil Through the roots And twisted bramble To the towering Papal tiara. Thus, freedom came And I was lost Left alone To seek a truth Unknown To them Yet longing to be discovered.
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