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I find my eyes washing the windows from the mush and mirk that has corroded upon them
Bring in the joys of the surrounding world, let them whisper upon the empty hard wood floor.
Nothing is as it seems anymore, so I’ve found.
Purity is upon the epitaph enscribed on the white-washed wall
What a strange graphic it recoils into.

I finally find myself freeing of the closed doors I have been willingly encaged in
Library corners and dog cage lines encapture me as I escape past anguished fear
I never knew how to release it, now it is forever gone
Revealing only what must be known, yet forever rhymed to one soul
My destination is hidden somewhere upon the blue and green globe

Murder me no more, I pray all that is kept secret
I fly above the trees and feel the sun smiling upon me
Alas I see what I should have known
Tis a marry thing I note upon the grazing of the grass
And finally I find the one person with whom I find my home at last.