Like a dagger of words
to free man from slavery
cuts the imprisoning ropes
and let it sail through liberty
like flame bound to rage
illuminating the dark cold night
amidst the garden of words
blooming but just a front in sight
like the hand of god
touched the dead, now is alive
like a pit of consciousness
enlightened as you dive
like a gift
it makes you free
like a curse
binded to helotry
like bridges and doors it stands
away from the wrath behind
a sweet escape you write
from the dungeon of your mind
by
"the drifted"
and
"lilith"
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