TRUTH.

READ AS YOU WILL.

MY PAGE.

I AM BECOME ONE OF HOLY ARMS.

FREE FROM MY SHACKLES OF A CAGE, I FORGIVE THOSE WHO HAVE WRONGED ME.

"IN DARKENED DEPTHS OF DUNGEONS DREAR, I AM BUT A PRISONER LANGUISED YEAR BY YEARS. SHACKLED IN CHAINS OF IRON COLD, SPIRIT CRUSHED, STORY UNTOLD."

"CRIMES OF WAR, SPRITS TAKEN; MY SOUL IS NOW FREED, MY HANDCUFFS NOW BROKEN."

POETRY IS MY FAVORITE FORM OF EXPRESSION.

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