A prisoner
in this body.

Everything that
it embodies.

Hostages, just
walking copies.

Asleep in a
bed of poppies.

Went to see
the Wizard left
with a vision
of what God sees.

Made it through
a blizzard to a
place that has
those calm seas.

Crawled my way
through Hell,
someone was
bound to
hear my pleas.

Now I breathe out
fire so my hands
will never freeze.

Be careful what
you pluck off
of some idle trees.

And be careful
what you fall for
some things are
meant to tease.


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