Freedom, as an Illusion.
An illusion is a wish
To excite only the timid.
Open the inner eyes
To see the truth
as white as the night.
Free are they
Below the six feet.
Their safe snore still sails
Their ship towards Hades in the freeland.
The otherworld is rich with expired glories.
Freedom is an illusion.
The freeland is full
With snores of Abe Lincoln
And cries of Luther of Martin.
Freedom only comes
when we join them.
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