RSM0812

Chained

Man is born free and virtuous through,

But chains himself to vice that woos.

Below the heart for without license,

Like a double burning stick of incense.

Breathed and forgotten like a book.

So seldom this that took,

Freedom and chained the worm upon the hook.

For not without bite, in spite I sit and wait for walls that shake.

And earth and mind to quake, to not forsake what\'s right.