Thy father and thy spirit
Chastised into holy sin
Commit not the fallacy
Of one that lies within
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I see little boys and little girls
Bags in hand and hair in curls
Walk across the summer street
Complain of the scorching heat
...
The first breath I took I do not remember
You had waited for me all of December
Finally I came with my pink little toes
Maybe I looked like a tiny bundle of woes
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An Ode To Liberty
Thy father and thy spirit
Chastised into holy sin
Commit not the fallacy
Of one that lies within
Utter not the betrayal
Though in the face of battle
You will find weakness
Only the shield will shatter
Degrade to bounty when
The beauty persists to quench
Rely the hopes of freedom
This water shall you drench
Soul of the fire almighty
And Vestal shall observe
Crime not faith but liberty
Reckoned to ill-deserve
Serve the fate of duty
Beneath the waging sword
Tomorrow might be beginning
But the truth is not just heard
Round the Pagan threshold
Shall brew the ancient blood
Sick to thy hypocrisy
Now resists a flood
Meanwhile don't get restless
Impatience has its price
Heroes are born from crisis
Your wretched heart shall rise
Sick he deemed of glory
And found himself a man
Played a bait to conviction
And thus he lies in sands
Victory no mere pretext
My hand shall wring me forth
Lies that share my conquest
Such wrath make me forlorn
Thy questions seek solace
My kinship can seldom disguise
Answers are not an ode to liberty
It's the actions we despise