Liberty
I worship my enemy
wallowing in pity
slavery is my home
hereditarily unknown
I bow for those hidden
entities forgotten
have spared my soul
for merely playing my role
I am who I pretended
those who've been offended
never knew or will know
those cherished do so
I play a part in life
which made me strive
for unaccomplished memories
though obtaining liberty
wallowing in pity
slavery is my home
hereditarily unknown
I bow for those hidden
entities forgotten
have spared my soul
for merely playing my role
I am who I pretended
those who've been offended
never knew or will know
those cherished do so
I play a part in life
which made me strive
for unaccomplished memories
though obtaining liberty
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Mindy Broeders: | Zaterdag, februari 09, 2002 14:30 |
| mooi, hoor, even flauw doen, is deze speciaal voor mij? | |
Over dit gedicht
| Auteur: The Oracle | 
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| Gepubliceerd op: 27 november 2001 | ||
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