Freedominic II

If I don’t survive.

If I don’t survive, and if I live,

Make sure you smash my head against the wall.

My brains will paint a story ’bout a pretty  girl;

Who’s price for love was golden as the sun.

As she proclaimed her lover as the one;

She turned her ears against the world.

Freedom; I want to be what I want to be.

Freedom; is it my universe or is it just me?

I want to sail on my own sea.

Do blind men see what I cannot see?

Freedom, free; Freedominic;

I am free.

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