A beastly burden I carry
One that can’t be put down,
There is no respite for the weary,
The seeds of bondage are sown.
Slowly gnawing at my core,
Physically wearing me out,
The soul silently cries within
While I prepare for a rout.
While they want me to give up
I still clutch on to hope,
I seek a better tomorrow,
And, I refuse to sit and mope.
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