Winds and ChainsCruel winds skate across this terrestrial plane. Crueler chains of self-inflicted fate bind its denizens. Yet where there is wind, there is change. And chains were wrought to be broken. Unwind your twisted karmic tendrils So cruelly wrapped wrapped 'round your soul. Slip between the winds of malice cutting 'cross the land. And rise my Brother, from where your chains lay broken. Rise and learn to rise again. And again. And again.
Submitted by: Forrest on 02/18/2014
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