to see the crackes appear,
the pins of the heart,
to feel the hand of power,
cover ther soul of life,
to gaurd the emotions,
of the titled prisoner,
in the walls of clay,
break down the sihouette,
open the word that will lead,
to love and happiness,
and always remember,
that poeple are poeple,
and not disconcerted wires
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