Prisoner

Look down upon this madman and his heretic of hearts

Standing truly in a world that pits itself against his lunacy

Imprisoned by his tortuous soul

An only refuge from imposing isms…

He is forced into submission but not surrender

Beyond these walls and out from under his pariahs crown

The keys to his release stirs within her Exodus…

Far beyond the reaches of chains and irons they cannot hold

His deepest desire still draws breath

For he knows somewhere out there his salvation lies

Free to dream…

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