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Death it now seems is the only Freedom
That you may have left to believe in…
As the sounds of the distant rolling thunders
Resonances are the heavy steel metal doors closing
As they slam and echo endlessly deep into your soul
Locking you into the cold hard truth of your own reality
Where you are held captive, bound body and soul,
Deep down within the depths of your inner being
By your own selfish pride into the depths of solitude
As thoughts of Freedom scream out in your head
They too are bound and shackled by distant memories.
Where the hidden Ashes of Hate are still smoldering
Deep down within your sub consciousness
As the pain and loss of freedom tortures you
For that of which you now vaguely remember
Disgraceful it is that you, yourself now plead and beg
For the same thing that you had stolen from another
As your empty pleas of mercy continue to go unheard
For the same reason that you did not grant mercy
And the corrupted system that you so bravely fought against
You now shamelessly continue to beg and plead to for its mercy
Your inconceivable actions alone…
Have brought you to this crossroads of your existence
Where only the cold hard Truth of Reality
Can quench these deep inner Ashes of Hate,
As it will set you free and release the bonds
That shackle and bound your deepest hidden memories.
Only then will the hearts, souls and the painful memories
Of the innocent finally have their own inner peace
The key to your own inner prison
You alone now hold deep down inside.
Until such a time, the untold Truth be heard
May all of your hopes and dreams
Be Empty DREAMS of FREEDOM
[MENTION=216151]Hastings[/MENTION]wm2010
That you may have left to believe in…
As the sounds of the distant rolling thunders
Resonances are the heavy steel metal doors closing
As they slam and echo endlessly deep into your soul
Locking you into the cold hard truth of your own reality
Where you are held captive, bound body and soul,
Deep down within the depths of your inner being
By your own selfish pride into the depths of solitude
As thoughts of Freedom scream out in your head
They too are bound and shackled by distant memories.
Where the hidden Ashes of Hate are still smoldering
Deep down within your sub consciousness
As the pain and loss of freedom tortures you
For that of which you now vaguely remember
Disgraceful it is that you, yourself now plead and beg
For the same thing that you had stolen from another
As your empty pleas of mercy continue to go unheard
For the same reason that you did not grant mercy
And the corrupted system that you so bravely fought against
You now shamelessly continue to beg and plead to for its mercy
Your inconceivable actions alone…
Have brought you to this crossroads of your existence
Where only the cold hard Truth of Reality
Can quench these deep inner Ashes of Hate,
As it will set you free and release the bonds
That shackle and bound your deepest hidden memories.
Only then will the hearts, souls and the painful memories
Of the innocent finally have their own inner peace
The key to your own inner prison
You alone now hold deep down inside.
Until such a time, the untold Truth be heard
May all of your hopes and dreams
Be Empty DREAMS of FREEDOM
[MENTION=216151]Hastings[/MENTION]wm2010
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