A wrong turn of destiny
leads the darkened way,
juxtaposing life and death.
He told me it was worth it
when we raised a silent prayer,
the beacon of faith.
A saturated sky against which
gnarled clouds fight,
desperation for freedom.
Freedom won't be granted
because it doesn't exist,
in this lucid world.
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