Meaning of Bondage

Our world

An apocalyptic house of cards

When the man with a will

Is the man with a complex

 

When angels assume the mantle

Of mortality

Hell is found

Where god’s presence fades

 

Crying children

Dead men

Anguish as lives are ripped asunder

At the enigmatic whim of fate

 

To understand the will

Of god

Of man

Of devil

 

Know they are the same

A three headed monster

 

Pain and anguish

A cup overflown

No salvation for the innocent

No respite in life

 

Perpetually wallowing in pity

Until death’s icy waters carry our soul

 

To die

To live

To free us all

It is the same

 

Always an old question

Always a new answer

 

Life

So precious

The prettiest of flowers

Trampled underfoot all the same

 

Dissent and revolution

Against the chains that bind

Life is a prisoner’s garb

Fire to cleanse it all

 

Purity in ash

 

 

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