Unchain Yourself
Walking in the room haunted by ghosts
Where your skin is torn apart by the echoes of the suffering curses
And to feel the legs leaving you to flee from your body
Your hands that tighten around your neck till your lungs are decomposed
The heart that stops the beating so it forces you to the floor
Transforming you in just a dead piece of meat
However to abandon this biological cage
And in form of nonexisting and surreal matter
It is worthy to live free..
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