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He Begs for Chains

Choice confuses him
he chases after his tail
too often to find dreamless

During the longest
days, he see the
roads of his soul
diverging, no low ,
no high path only
choice, satanic
choice pulling,
tempting testing

This freedom hurts.
It's like a bubo pulsing
under his arm,
feels like hot shot
under his red eyelids
it steals his thoughts
like gentle sunlight
destroying silk.

At night hear's chain,
rattling like a dying man,
and find himself needing to
them - anything to rid
himself of this "choice".

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none ( some minor transcription errors please ignore)

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No but the chicken crossed the road to read it.

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