In Love With Freedom
I.
Seeds for the Earth, bread for the early
Vines for the fields, their fruits for the ones ready to perish
Gates for freedom, walls for a cover
Portals unclosed at king's pass
They bring us the way forward
As ashes of totem gods we renounced
Cladding ourselves in God's armor, we peacefully march
On our way home to the source, in love with his freedom
II.
New worlds reborn with no order
No laws, no form, no potter
No rules, no religions
Is this our sketch of freedom?
Moorish dooms rehearse themselves
No locks, no doors to keep out the legions of wars
Is this our portrait of freedom?
Knives for claws, guns for unbridled tongues that scourge
They speak abominably, they slander, they frame the innocent
Their only meditation is grave sin and gloom
Who could ever be in love with such a vignette?
How could this ever be the true picture of freedom?
III.
No water, no blood, no sun
No life, no spirit, no vessels to run
No fire, no drive, no light
No healing, no beauty, no revival
No joy, no glory, no memories
No battles for overcomes that crown us victors
No knowledge, no truth, no testimonies
No source, no men, no cherubs
No love, no energy, no miracles
No way, no signal, no time
No, how could this ever be freedom?
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Ebenezer Mcdappa
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