Bloody Canvas

Carry your canvas for me,
Then paint it red.
That canvas bought my freedom.
A slave to my flesh was all I ever was.
But- now that I'm free,
That choice given to me
That, I might remain free
Or revert to what I once was.
Now my stained canvas is clean again.

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