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Still I Cry…
SLAVE I REMAIN
I’ve been shackled by a system that perpetually anchors me in the monotonous ebb and flow of everyday existence.
In the daily grind,
I’ve lost all resistance,
Caught in the web of routine’s persistence.
Yet deep within, there’s a flicker of insistence,
A yearning desire for newfound existence.
Still I cry…
Breaking these chains demands some instance, as I seek my life filled with more significance.
Boxing beyond the mundane, fueled by my subsistence, often hated for getting in the ring, they don’t understand that this is my deliverance!
Still I cry…
As I think to end it all weighs heavy upon me in a strenuous gleam. As a beam of hope on the horizon as I chant to stay on path, though not being fulfilled, my children can’t see me fall to wrath.
Still I cry…
I try to be a better man, yet life plan have me in a n awkward bind, nearly as my mental is on rewind, forced to the systems shrine like a collection of souls on their mantel.
Still I cry…
Nobody wants me to fight at my age as father time is undefeated, I aim to change the course in…
