Freedom

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