Tied,Bound and gagged ,
In midst the walls that Were raised,
To hear intestines inside,
Scream out for freedom.
To Wish those echoes,
would tear down the walls.
Vain would be that hope
And agony is left to embrace my world
Count the days, yet no day seams to near,
to keep hope on,to cling into salvation,
The burning desire, to fly into horizon,
that dove rests in peace, so long has it withered.
Find no freedom,so is to make this bound a pleasure ?
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