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Freedom, a work of fiction...
lucid lies, laced with distinction.
It's simply a fierce farce;
lifeless reality in carcass.
Several sunrise and nightfall...
still the validity of prison walls.
Insistent and indomitable incarceration.
The desperation of a domination.
No one is totally free.
Truthfully, no where to flee.
Emancipation is a facade...
deception giving a massage.
The complexity of issues.
Persistence of historical puzzles.
Freedom has never been enough.
Some areas will forever be rough.
Liberty belongs to the dead...
the obvious has been said.
We are all slaves to life;
our throats, vulnerable to her knife.