For what freedom is, we shant not sing forth. We know it naught.

For freedom is beyond our grasping, save for our imaginations but no man or woman knows freedom. Tis why we marrying our friends and make family of our enemies.

No man has ever or ever will hold the sky in his hand or lay sight upon creation… If he had, he would not be among us.

What does the caged bird sing?
Songs of thanks and praises

…for flight is long and tiresome, thanks for keeping me from the constant

…falling and hunger. Oh i know why the caged bird sings.

And how does freedom taste on the tongue, like whispering in the night and tears of a winter’s day escaping.

Fuck freedom… I’d give it all away, for the love of you and the promise of a life hereafter.

You don’t know freedom and i pray you never do, for all that has been done

Must never end