Truth
truth
The mile ahead the
surfeit of deception
That tables giants
of doom in light
stricken homes
Brings honor in
their company
My hands in air feel
off the swing
Liberty pleasing the
slave
X, wins palatial
favor
prim roses drop from
above
I see doves gather
them with joy
Filling baskets of
freedom rings
All the dungeoned
released
There comes open
homes.
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