This appears in a pre-2010 issue
of Down in the Dirt magazine.
Saddle-stitched issues are no longer
printed, but you can requesting it
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He loves me, he loves me not.
He hates me, he hates me not.
Two wrong people trapped by vows
Two wrong people together bound
By blood and tears and heartaches pointless
United by shackles of a cruel tradition
Like Prometheus the titan chained to a rock,
Torn to pieces by vultures of rituals
Held together by invisible cords
Of love and hate, indifference and more
Can one cut invisible cords?
Invisible knots fused by God?
God or man, or issues of control?
Traditions, values, distorted views
Misleading humanity with warped reality
Binding the spirit born to be free
When freedom the greatest gift of all
Is snatched in the name of virtue and ethics
The concept of sin we shudder from
Gripes like the fiend of rights and wrongs
Freedom, from pain is all I ask,
Unbind Prometheus he’s suffered enough,
Ignite the fire, spread its light
Banish the nightmares convulsing in the night
Break the chains of sorrow and pain
Reach for the sky and take your dreams.
