I'm free from the restraints that made me
Shattering the chains that gave me
The imprints left on my wrists
I see the sun above me
Crawling out of this hole
I dug for the conquest
The devil ran away
And God never showed
As the reverence was bestowed
Like salt in the wound
I've made my return
Like skin that's pruned
The waves of dirt have burned
Standing tall agaisnt the light
Fading into misty night
I seek another hole to make things right
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Author:
Noah (
Offline) - Published: May 8th, 2018 17:31
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Comments1
That hole should always be the one that goes towards the light.
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