Rex mayor Ubini
Prisoner Of Space - Poem by Rex mayor Ubini
Thoughts, ricochet off the walls of my mind,
like waves of sounds of different frequencies.
If freedom does exist I would’ve cried for it.
And my mind would be free from blood sucking voices,
only if the consent of an orphan was required
on his existence.
Perhaps she wouldn’t have given a consent,
To sojourn on this lonely planet;
Where abandonment is her only guardian.
Where we are,
if you can’t reach for the bright and morning Star,
Darkness will reach for you with his hand of fire.
Where is freedom then?
We are prisoners in an orphanage planet;
Where souls are in chains of law and fate,
To die and die again,
Or live by heaven grace.
If truly we know not what we do,
If you would free me tonight, pardon my will;
that when this wind travel no more via my nostril,
if I could not to heaven make it,
let my soul return to the years before I was conceived,
Not to the pit of perdition
Unless the tears of the cross would watch me
Once again, by grace, before the clock tits.
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