Enslaved


Freed from those shackles of fate,
Just as so many of my ancestors had.
Those chains that held me to those thoughts;
The thoughts that enslaved my feet,
The ones that dragged me down a forsaken path.
And here I am, a survivor of that hell.
And all I can say now, with my voice saved by mercy,
“I’ll be damned if those devils come by once again.”

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