We are cursed men.
Our souls gripped by an iron fist.
The hairs on our heads stand
In fear while we wait.
Wait we do with no distraction.
We wait for the bearer of the key
To unlock our minds and
Allow us to think freely,
Speak freely.
To unlock our spirits,
So we can fly away.
Fly we will,
Far away from this burden
That holds us back.
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