Must I be a man made of such low and earth
that all I am is betrayal
and sold down to the curse?
I have fought cage, and cage fought me
to bend soul ’round bars
and break what longs breaking free.
If I rest in shadowed tower,
I shall fling myself from the height.
If in deepest of the dungeons
dig my way to light.
If I am chained to iron, steel, and stone
I shall bid them fall
and they shall fall indeed.
For I shall be no man of smaller soul,
instead I shall live bright, here at your feet
where men where born, once
and now are reborn free.
Author notes
Every man is born in captivity, of one form or another. Some, to a family that traps them down; some to their own insatiable desires; some, loves that are truly no loves at all, only fictions; still others to jobs, relationships, places, pasts, and much more. All are captive to earth, gravity, and death.
But what prison has no way of escape? And I cry, my brothers and sisters, that there is a way out of this cage! Long, hard, and even unto death leads the road, but it does lead home. Shall we take it? Oh, I hope, how I hope we each shall!
-thefallout
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