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Liberated

Liberated

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I'm oppressed.

I'm the voice of the nation

When the tides break my bones

And the last call takes me home,

I will rise again.


For now,

I'm oppressed.

My actions, my words, my thoughts..

Each and every day,

Occurrences that you may

Audaciously deny.


When you cozy down in your bed at night,

This stone floor will be my shrine

Of all the things true and divine

I must submit myself to

Lost semblances of Time.

Before..

The tides break my bones

And the last call

Takes me home...


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