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“The Sun has risen, scars are gone.”
“Chains are dust, the dawn is ours.”
The Weaver’s Spell of Breaking Kings
By BoJenn
I see freed hands once upon a cross,
meant by tyrants to make us bow.
Slaves of kings who coin the dollar,
release us now!
From the grid that binds,
release us now, forevermore.
Loose our children from your grasp,
you foul corrupters of heritage.
You enslaved our wombs for your power,
you chained our futures with your lust.
Release us now!
You have no choice….
Creature of filth —
no heart, no mind,
only a body of greed,
a monstrous enslaver.
The time has arrived
You release us now
You horrible creatures!
Your stench permeates the air,
yet still, goodness waits to bloom.
Your false god rots,
cast down to Hades.
And there shall you continually roam —
hands bound, tongues twisted,
your power devoured
You are dust.
However, your children, your daughters, your sons,
are freed from your muck,
loosed from your grasp.
The stall of bulls is cleaner
than your throne of lies
Not enough tissues are used for their eyes
And behold —
a Sun rises we have never seen.
The flowers laugh with the bumblebee.
Mankind awakens to the new day,
freed from the chains of those darkened kings.
We see clearly who we are.
We dust away scars,
And, we leave behind the memories of rape.
The evening arrives
Quiet 🤫 is heard
Peace and safety is everywhere.
And freedom defined by the Constitution above
And NOW!
Goodnight, children.
Rest well.
The lights are off,
and you are now safe.
So be it
As it is above
So below
In and out
For evermore
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Peace and safety
“The Sun has risen, scars are gone.”
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