Break Me Free Brother Wind
Whispering wind
lift me up-
carry me beyond;
in this I cannot
stand alone.
Reaches
of space and time,
beyond mortal conception;
I know not
what awaits me.
Diffuse thy self-
mortality's lie:
do we ever truly live:
can we ever truely die?
My soul only seeks
freedom from this-
my distasteful existence.
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