The Den
Den of anxiety and despair,
Lure ones principles,
Disguises and masks.
Like a fox it snares.
Fears hide in crevices of this lifeless dwelling,
Wrath is at home in its isolated captivity.
Implicit words coat the facade of solitude.
Turmoil and conflict attach themselves to these cavern walls.
Den of anxiety and despair.
Lure ones principles.
Disguises and masks.
Like a fox it snares.
Strengthened spirits flee.
Embrace freedom.
Shadows escape this cerebral dungeon.
Hatreds release,
Renewed behaviors emerge.
Retreat not to this cozy den.
Stand unyielding on this earth.
Build a world of uniqueness.
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