It knows only cruelty and how to shame;
Must be awoken by the sincere
Loves as the predator loves to spare game,
Screaming so loud itself cannot hear.
I try for freedom, but was molded this way.
My heart beats, yet lies in steely chains;
Chains which fight for hatred of men each day
Withholds me using the tautest reins;
And what could stop this lifeless steel heart?
A box of concrete shall be its end;
Painting of storms the site's graven art
No hook nor wrench will the door to bend.
He who is sincere awaken by theft;
My heart in steely chains rests in death.
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