Voice Of Freedom

Lost in the search of the miraculous and
Held captive to the game.
Blinded by the thought and spiritually he couldn't see nor listen to the signs no more.
Crying out silently for freedom
And the mysterious being said, your mind, that's all it takes
The task seem simple
But with a duo within it's difficult
How can you serve one without the other ambushing like a hungry lion after its victim to quench the taste of hunger?
How long does this last?
I think until he look up neither unto heaven nor hell and just live
Will this be possible?
If not, till the end of time when the world call it freedom.

Tim Justin
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