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Be Free



Bound to worldly confinements by sight, by sound, by emotion, by touch, by thought
all interpreted by years of carefully placed gestures, gestures passed down multiple generations, leading to our freedoms onslaught
silence, it seems, to be the only freedom we have left in this world, the only freedom that cannot be bought
silence seems to promises the wisdom needed to gain the victory our predecessors sought

the images that feature before our eyes are believed to be true and we ask no questions on the possibility of them being misshaped
these windows to our souls are immaculate, that which lies before us must be real, impossible that this image through time has been raped
we are but students in this short life, our eyes the pupil who knows only to absorb information, information contaminated and deteriorating in every state

mothers wombs, freedom in untainted darkness was somewhat ours but muffled noise mostly put that freedom on pause
from the belly to the grave there is disruption of innocence slowly chewed upon between by lifes golden jaws
so as the richness of our five senses begin to scheme and sculpt when into this world we are presented, there is one last instant where an infant hears freedoms essence bidding farewell from the void from which it now calls

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Discusses how we are never truly free, from the day we were born to the day we die and that there just may be a glimmer of hope that true freedom is closer than were think

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Submitted by reecem.22652 on November 28, 2022

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Scheme AAXA AXX BBX
Characters 1,287
Words 221
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 4, 3, 3

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