prolouge:slaves we are not
Have you ever wonder what it was like to be free? To truly have the ability to do anything you wanted and not be owned by someone else. Even when I am not chained I still feel that invisible rope ready to pull you back if you go too far. I guess it is...
poem: innocence
if it was it was What it could it be It wasn't what i thought it be Black and white with no grey There is no innocence Its all tainted All sinned evil and no good To be within There no innocence We are loss in corruption It's the greed...