LiveFree, DieHard

An idea wishes to escape centuries-old layers of sand, stone and cement

A bleeding heart yearns for a loved one, now free of mortal shackles

A friend holds an ornament close to her chest, reminiscent of a time that came and went

A lost sandle finds his partner, withered and in shambles

Take from me what is left, an arm and leg and torso hoping I’ll repent

Death is bored at the door waiting for us sinners who lay with angels

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