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Free From The Box
Rotting flesh
Invites the crows nest
Blackened feathers ruffle
To signal a scuffle
Gabriel descends to wrestle
a prophecy in a vessel
Resistance flees from Truth
A red alert of the programmed youth
Fleeting niceties dance in our eyes
It choreographs the two-step of self-taught lies
Damage is done, but not yet dusted
Illumination brings freedom for the busted
Seek not what the eyes can see
Listen to the flaps of the buzzing bee
Inhale the texture of mud in the sea
Crave the freedom to just be
Question —
Pause —
Dive below the surface
But wear a mask
For the Truth can be sickening

© JKeMac