What to do
To be freed from one’s mind,
Walk the woods, behind mankind.
Yet another day bleeds into night,
If not for the morn, who’d see the light?
With no reprieve, I cannot escape,
As I stay hidden under death’s cape.
Doth the laws we abide keep us in line?
Those who speaketh and make this design.
Should our faith in them never wane?
Shall we overlook this world in pain?
As we perish in the way they intend,
Handing over our gems for them to spend.
Copyright © White Wolf | Year Posted 2023
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