Song of Freedom

If you die on that chair,

I’ll burn it to the ground.

For I cannot want any reminders of you,

As yr love is painful,-

And scarred me with the suicide attempts that I imposed.

I’ll burn for freedom from the tyrant that you are

An escapement from you is my wish,

But you have branded me with hate,

And it will never leave.

As I walk in chains wrapped around my body,

I sing a song of freedom.

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