When a gentle soul is oppressed continually for so long
it eventually finds itself encased in darkness
with the bare minimum the soul struggles to survive
often eating of itself as it slowly starts to conform to its sickly look
the dingy cage full of the soul's excrete that it cannot escape from recycles poisons through the prisoner
tired, the soul looks for an escape
as thick as the darkness is, it does not quite suffocate it simply torments
as cold and jagged as the bars of the cage are they do not quite slit, only deliver a thousand scratches that torment
as poisonous as the atmosphere is, it does not quite take the breath away, simply sickens the soul in a continual torment
it relents
starting to transform from inside, it mutates into something less gentle, more learned but not gentle
suddenly the cage is clean and the soul is tidy and well
not until this instant does the prisoner realize it can lift the bars and escape
As it appears, the prisoner comes out a free soul
but only the wise see the shackle on the feet
the shackle of the responsibilities of adulthood
behold the innocence, the gentleness is all gone
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