Mind Over Material

Will they come to my abode
drag me out by my toes?
Shall I fight or shall I run
run with open arms towards our son.
Forever warm and always near by
I shall fight henceforth until I die
to give the freedom and power to whom deserves.
Rest with me consciously until we may splurge.
Purge into the deep blue, our lungs we can still use
swim in the depths of the sea. To which we may come to see
that we are not the only ones running from the banshee,
Hoisted up in a mind that not even she can trust.
so we shall fight to earn the right towards our freedom
freedom that could easily be reversed upon your half
sending us coming for your own wine stained blood bath.


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