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Freedom
Riddles of intelligence,
Distort and warp my thoughts,
I scorn at the deceit and lies,
That keep me tied to my wanting mind.
A corrupted vessel that just won't settle,
Even when the storm has calmed,
The gale is now a gentle breeze,
All are safe from harm.
A fellowship of brothers,
We stand alone but not afraid,
There is nothing left to want for,
Our desires they all fade.
Into the endless bliss,
Of eternity's sunrise,
That purifies the soul,
And liberates the mind.
