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the cage of freedom.

By Zeno AntoniusPublished 7 years ago 1 min read
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Oh how cruel;

to see the sea behind bars,

to be stolen and broken

for a war on consciousness-

that far precedes my pain.

When you become the victim

of a victim-less crime

a disease runs thick and cancerous

in the current of the mind.

Alone we are prey,

easy pickings for the wolf,

for the hunter of the pack

for the knight who rides with the Lord,

for the barbarian equipped with The Law.

Faithless and shackled.

A book without a page,

a forest without a tree.

A soul without a soul.

One last breath

in a world

choked by madness.

Our place of solitude

has been turned against us

leaving us

scattered and unsettled

like

dust in the wind.

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Zeno Antonius

a rider on the storm

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