Copyright © 2006 Barry G. Moses.
You live in a prison made of concrete and steel, where knotted bands of razor wire carefully preserve judgment, lest pity dissolve your sentence too soon. The world stands with a pointing finger and demands justice from your very bones, but no confinement compares to the fleshy prison of your mind; for even after your release, you never find the freedom you dreamed of. As you walk the streets alone, captivity lives within you. The screaming synapses in your brain are stronger than any jail cell, and even friends become your enemies, servants to a greater evil. Laughing, they offer you one more drink, one more hit, and with crystal chains around your neck, they lead you back to slavery.
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