Tethered in Place

April 19, 2018
Rigid blood surges up your veins and curdles in your eyes,
Lit with flames of singeing tears and vehement cries,

Burns the heart of gold to ash with noxious fumes and lies,
Opposing shackles stand no chance but shrivels up and dies,

Crippling mind with despicable wiles to erode long last thought, Stripping from you all thine morals eternity they're sought,

Goodness shows no bounds, in the eye of deceit,
Racked with harrowing guilt, never admits defeat

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