The Prisoner | Soul—Bound

Freedom was all but found. Souls that cried and wept.

Slaves to this earth, dust, body they’re bound— while always moving and to never rest.

Sorrows filled the atmosphere, where the pleas where lost.

Prisoners to a system, a world and distractions from their forgotten freedoms to which they dwelt.

Liberty taken; Liberties established. For the chains that bind their eternal souls to earthly bodies— to whom they are sold.

By Katrenia Busch

From: United States

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