No rack can torture me
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw
Nor rend with scymitar
Two bodies therefore be
Bind one, and one will flee
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky
Than mayest thou
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy
Captivity is consciousness
So's liberty
My soul's at liberty
Behind this mortal bone
There knits a bolder one
You cannot prick with saw
Nor rend with scymitar
Two bodies therefore be
Bind one, and one will flee
The eagle of his nest
No easier divest
And gain the sky
Than mayest thou
Except thyself may be
Thine enemy
Captivity is consciousness
So's liberty
1 comment:
two little dikie birds sitting on a wall,
one named peter one named paul,
fly away peter fly away paul.............................
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