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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..
Written by whereworthlives
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