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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