Your words told me an anguished feeling
Being captured in your current way of life
Bouncing as a butterfly against a tiny cloaked ceiling
You feel your freedom wings cut by socialized knives
Did you feel the urge to drop dead weight,
To just abandon it all ?
Boarding Noah’s Ark to prevent your liberal spirit
Being flooded by heavy rain fall
And now, anarchy elegantly launches its attack
Leaving paint marks on your body
You wear them fierce and secretly,
Girl with angels on her back