Rampant unrest breathes.
It grows, festers, lingers there
in the souls of those who find no peace
Constantly striving,
cursing at the prison that
they perceive themselves to be caught in
This fire smoulders black,
tainting all good with its poison.
Souls cannot survive, gasping for life
You can fly dear bird,
or you can find life here; now.
Please; you must choose to ever be free.
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