Chains.

I,m true,
I,m genuine
Boast
The commanders of
Doom.

Such lies,
Such hardship
Sigh
The prophets of
Pain.

I,m happiness,
I,m joy
Hiss
The serpents of
Greed.

Young minds,
Wise minds
Burdened
Broken,
Bolted
To the chains of
Hunger.

The spirit never
Lives,
If its always
Dying.

Cassiestar Cassiestar
56-60, M
May 13, 2012