Cry Freedom

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The Pure

Cry Freedom,
Why?
Why are the tears in your eyes?
Why are those chains on your mind,
Do you not see them?
Wipe your eyes,
Break free,
Cry Freedom,
I cry for thee.

The Innocent

Bondage -
Jailed, nailed and killed
Like a savage,
I cry Freedom!
And Freedom cries come,
But everytime I run,
I stumble,
I've been shot down!!
With my last breathe,
I cry Freedom.

The Lost

Where am I?
Trapped in the mind that they mold,
I believed the lies they told,
My body was bought and sold for pennies of gold,
I cry Freedom!!
In vain I plea -
There is no Freedom for me.

The Guilty

They cry freedom,
I hear the pleas,
But it pleases me to see them suffer,
They scoffer and mourn,
I have their souls!
They digest my lies freely
Made mad by the media
Too blind to see
That their Freedom belongs to me!

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