Freedom
Long breathes bred in lengths to escape stressssssss
unless the devil weighs us less
as he mocks us in jest
unless
we pray to the most high
as we sigh
me, my, thoughts and I
But he that lives above the sky
rules the minds of those who disguise
the lies
that lie in disguise
no longer in guise
the intuition that decides
whether we live or die
breathe or cry
so lets try
to keep our whits about us
you and I
the thoughts that lie beneath the mind
beneath the physical lines
where the soul resides
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