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She has taken control.

Tell me, where is Freedom?

Freedom sings and Freedom rings,

Freedom flies with open wings.

She causes shakes and fakes

a racing heart and changing fates.

Calling out to all the Fates, 

"She has taken control!" 

This stubborn tongue no longer fakes. 

Tell me, where is Freedom? 

Freedom with the open wings, 

and Freedom as she rings? 

Cast off these tribal sterling rings! 

cast off these nasty fates!

Soar we will with golden wings 

when she's not in control. 

Blast through we will when Freedom 

reigns, when her power fakes. 

The tremors that she fakes, 

the terror that she rings, 

all fall to Lady Freedom. 

We shall not trust the fates, 

abandon all control, 

for Freedom flies with open wings. 

Abruptly from my wounds these wings

appearing not like fakes

relinquish all control

from she from whom the death toll rings.

Hoping for the best of fates,

Tell me, where is Freedom?

Freedom

soars on open wings

challenging the fates.

These token fakes, 

these tarnished rings

establish no control.

Alas the fates cannot control

the breadth of wings beyond these rings

For Freedom never fakes.