Freedom

Sun, 08/10/2014 - 11:02 -- DNigmA

Freedom, what does this term mean?

Am I free to choose whatever I desire?

I choose to unify existence,

No matter how perilous the task might be

I am free to control my body

No longer will my body decide when blood is pumped

Or when certain information will pass through

No, I will control what is uncontrollable

I will lie down in this pile of filth and smile

When my enemy seeks me out

I will not run, or kill, but befriend

When the wind blows against my face

I choose to not feel it

I am the wind

Let anger be the shield of my berserker ways

And my calmness is my weapon

I have felt the cold hand of death

As a warm embrace

Running away from existence

I choose to never stay 

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