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"A Slave Story"
“ A Slave Story”
Days like these I wish I wasn’t a slave..
All the wasted space my feet seem to pass with these shackles..
How I would love to run away into the heart of the land ..
Letting go of the wips behind my back ...
Telling my master you do this and you do that..
The lies of escaping one day still remains..
Yet I sleep on the stench of stale corpses…
Hoping for all of this to end …
Praying for all this to start over with a new beginning..
Days like these I wish I wasn’t a slave..
All the wasted space my feet seem to pass with these shackles..
How I would love to run away into the heart of the land ..
Letting go of the wips behind my back ...
Telling my master you do this and you do that..
The lies of escaping one day still remains..
Yet I sleep on the stench of stale corpses…
Hoping for all of this to end …
Praying for all this to start over with a new beginning..
Published 21st Oct 2014
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Anonymous
22nd Oct 2014 00:14am
A sad reality. Nobody ever should have been or should be now forced into the service of anybody. It should be for either proper compensation or out of the kindness of one's own heart.
22nd Oct 2014 5:12pm
6th Nov 2014 12:10pm
6th Nov 2014 5:44pm
