Forced into the tunnel by preachers
With light at both ends,
Visible but guarded by fear -
Slave of the ancient dark lords
Got a glimpse of birds outside
Flying high above the false sky
While their cages of conditioned faith
Rusted in the tunnel
Slowly made my way to the other end
As the guard lowered his shield
Stared in the eye,
And dared me to walk in light
Unsure, took a step out
Felt wings pierce out of me!
Fear shivered on it's own fake stance
And another cage rusted
