In rusted chains he came to life, born in prison – an endless maze,
Dulled, blinded, beaten down, muted, deafened, drugged and dazed.
He walked a mire. Drenched and tired, he longed for some shades of green –
“Heed my prayer, for all you care!”. Green’s something he has never seen.
He knows no blue, no green, no sky, his wounds drip only drops of grey,
In a world of monads and naive narrations freedom is always kept at bay.
His painted eyelids, closed forever, forbade him dream of a velvet sky,
Where all the Gods had dined together, unchained he was meant to fly,
His unfurled wings could kiss the moon, his voice could reach the lonely stars,
Where his heart could open, free and unjudged, he could reach the hands afar.
The waves came crashing, he cried an ocean. The worms were eating up his brain
Numbing all his gifted senses, stripping him off love and pain.
Tearing down his bones and morals, tumbling down his baby steps
Towards whats and whys of foretold lies, eating up his brain and nape,
The worms went down, down his spine, till his skull touched this murky earth.
A mindless soma is all that’s left out, the worms are finally giving birth!
Now he can never rise again yet he had finally found his peace,
All those colours, freedom, science – a haze of tomorrow will he ever miss?
Know thyself 
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