Miss Independent
beautifully dressed of honor in shame
your purity is coated with red blooded stains of decayed minds
Miss Independent of all time
The beauty we see is a darkened prison of failures
The land you walk upon is greener in unknown lost pastures
We are the judges from your present past
The past where you seek for freedom
and fell into a pool of disgrace and power
A nightmare to glory fighters
and slaves of chained dreams.
©gracious4
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