Older poems; (2005 - 2014); these rhoems led the way; while I say that, I have no idea how it worked
Freedom
Freedom from the madness around me
Singing song to seek the fire of free
From all the contretemps that hold us back
The lying misconceptions that we stack
Upon the lies our elders taught to us
The lies that we will turn into the dust
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