The chains aren't my friend
For very much do they cook up to be fiend!
The wild Rose that dazzled the eyes in the summer sun
Oh not in chains I could see this!
Bound up to the depression of life
I could've learn how to free up!
Death's taken
Sorrow's baking!
Turn up with feelings sad
Very much could it bad!
Such a triple trilling triller!
It could kill faster than a killer!
©johnrhymez
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