Breaking Free

Shattered memories,

Stolen reliquaries,

That troubled age;

Wisdom so sage.

Look upon your painted eyes,

Babes welp with muffled cries,

Treasure maps to the past;

Broken beliefs at last.

Rage on dear friend,

Only God will judge in the end,

Explode with all your grace;

Don that leather and lace.

Be bluer than the sky,

No one believes your lie,

Dragon armor shields your heart;

Making illusions is your art.

The past evolves into now,

The mind doesn’t know how,

But your soul knows what is true;

The only person that can be is you.

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