The Unchained Roar

THE UNCHAINED ROAR

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THE SHACKLES OF CONSCIOUS SLAVERY ARE CRASHING TO THE FLOOR AND THE PRIDE THAT IS HUMANITY IS STANDING UP TO ROAR

TOO LONG WE’VE SAT IN SILENCE, TOO LONG WE’VE BOWED OUR HEADS WE’VE LET THESE POOR RELATIONS TEAR OUR WORLD TO SHREDS

THE PEOPLES VOICE IS RAISED NOW TO TELL THOSE CLOWNS IN SUITS THAT THEY NO LONGER OWN US OR CAN TRAMPLE US WITH THEIR BOOTS

AS THIS VOICE GROWS STRONGER AND THE LION BEGINS TO ROAR    THE TRUTH  OF ALL THINGS CONSCIOUS WILL BEAT DOWN THEIR FALSE DOOR

THE ROARING HEART OF REASON THE ROARING HEART OF LOVE   SHALL GUIDE THE WAY TO FREEDOM FOR THEY GO HAND IN GLOVE

     THE EYES OF ALL HUMANITY WILL FOCUS ON THIS GOAL                              TO OPEN UP OUR HEARTS AND MINDS AND FULFIL OR RIGHTFUL ROLE

THE PEOPLES VOICE,THE PEOPLES VOICE IT ECHOES THROUGH MY MIND, TO OPEN PATHS OF WISDOM THE ELITE CAN NEVER FIND

THE UNCHAINED ROAR FROM PEOPLES HEARTS A VOICE DEVOID OF FEAR, SHALL TAKE US TO A PLACE OF LOVE THAT ONCE WE HELD SO DEAR

THE TRUTH IS IN OUR HEARTS WE ONLY HAVE TO FEEL, A PRIZE SO DEEPLY SOUGHT THAT THE ELITE THEY TRIED TO STEAL

THERE’S NO MORE TIME FOR SLEEPING WE’VE WANDERED BLIND TOO LONG, IT’S TIME TO TAKE A DEEP BREATH AND SING THE PEOPLES SONG

THE PEOPLES VOICE WILL SHED SOME LIGHT ON THE PLACES HID BY FEAR AND BRING OUR TRUE EXPRESSION TO A WORLD THATS BRIGHT AND CLEAR

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2 Responses to The Unchained Roar

  1. solis artis says:

    MAGIC MAN …
    The iron gates opened
    as he faced the bitter road beyond,beyond
    as terror rose in his heart
    courage took the step
    as he moved forward
    the Devil wept

    What was waiting he could feel
    but he must go forward for loves sake
    a broken heart you cannot break
    a modest man you cannot take

    For love was his courage
    so enter he did
    with his uncovered heart
    which he had not hid

    Into Hell in all its vastness
    waiting was the empty darkness
    In all its void empty and hollow
    a hungry mouth waiting to swallow

    Apon his shoulder hung a harp
    his harp was his sword
    that he had sharpened well
    he walk the bitter road
    Now time will tell

    His feet now worn
    he sat now knowing
    this bitter road would never end
    for it was forever flowing

    He sat amoungst his blood
    and tattered flesh
    the darkness surrounding him
    like a barb wire mesh

    The gate still within his vision
    despair clawing at his heart
    hope and terror beating together
    but still far apart

    he unsheathed his sword

    His gentle hand untouched
    by the bitter road
    his fingertips touch by star light
    a modest man begins to fight

    A cord he plucked
    and as he struck
    a butterfly flew
    from his touch

    Smiling at the darkness

    The notes he played were from his heart
    his fingers wondering apon heavens craft
    to fill the void with the above worlds soul
    and his story was yet to be told

    As he sang his song
    stars appeared
    splashing themselves across the emptiness

    This the song he sung

    oh sing for me oh nighting gale
    as you glide amoungst the clouds at night
    with my dreams at your tale
    the stars in chase
    the sun asleep
    the sense of you makes me weep

    to look but not to see
    to listen but not to hear
    to touch but not to feel

    lost I be in the company of me
    oh sing for me oh nighting gale

    The sun rose
    giving the horizon its presence
    mountains and valleys shone back with the life that appeared
    birds song accompanied the mans magic
    as their sung together

    Their hello to the sun
    their farewell to stars
    he now sat in flowers
    bathed in lush grass

    No more bitter road

    A tiger came and rolled playfully next to the man
    the man stop playing
    his hope
    his terror
    now exchanged for knowing

    He stood
    the battle now won
    he sheathed his sword
    conquering all the Devils hordes

    Through the gate he turned to face
    leaving a happy tiger in a playful place

    She was amused by a butterfly sitting Apon her nose
    he smiled at the tiger a knowing smile
    and now
    the iron gates are closed

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