Tethered to these hollow morals
I am bounded, surrounded
Like the roots of a senescence tree
Deep down the earth, grounded
The burden is self-imposed
Gradually rising and abiding
The horizon is yet another mile
With the blistering sun rising
I am ready to dump the rusty pile
For the heavens are forgiving and homeric
History long forgotten will be revived
Like the birth of ages; epic
Enough of these filthy shackles
Delivering nothing but pain
The world shall witness
As I will rise again
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