A cage that can't be seen of felt,
has trapped me in this place.
A being unseen tortures me,
for my ponderous disgrace.
I wait for his voice to save me,
from the venal wicked space.
As viles of bitter anguish fall,
I drink them for their taste.
When I grow jaded, this night reveals.
It has not left me time to heal.
Repudiating my sponsor's revival.
STRIKE! ARISE! We await your trial.
Or maybe I should save myself?
And fight alone, not need his help?
Will I only wander aimlessly,
Like planets on an asteroid belt?
Be free, take charge,
& maybe I'll get hurt.
For every life consists —
of lessons to be learned.
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