Freedom

Our world is filled with
Pain rapidly it grows
Seeming impossible to
Tame,


That's wild pain.


Not in the sense of our youth
street Slang, but out of order
Like an animal untrained


It moves without respect
Welcoming itself into our
Lives uninvited, it should
Be able to tell by our reaction
To it's presence were not
Excited


We do endure joy but
With this corrupted world
We're often Blinded,
overwhelming shade dims
The light in which our
moments of Bliss have
Often provided


Leaving some to believe
Death is our only true
Freedom,


no cares
           No worries
                          No pain


Happiness to them would
Be standard as if it was
Used to breed em


In no way am I trying
To induce one to think
that death Is our route
to joy, your Life is most
precious One Shouldn't live
as if that blessing Is a toy


I do believe pain is
unavoidable due to the worlds
Natural desire to live happy,
How would one know what
It felt like to be treated good
If they never were treated badly


To be completely shielded
From pain you would have
To be stripped of all that
You love


           Friends
     Family
           Your passion


Anything you felt
Had the effects equivalent
To a drug


Living without a heart
Is only possible in the afterlife,
So when they say ones off to
A better place you would
assume that assumption is
Right


What would you do?


Who would you pay?


To live a Careless life,
God placed us in this
Horrid place So when
He calls we know what
Real freedom is like


Freedom

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