Sights such as this, exquisite to behold

Belong in other hands

Capable cradles

Crying, with the ecstasy

Of pain

What was lost-forever-remains as is

Will never be

Actually never was, in the end

Freewill holds different plans

I guess

Toiling, just a toy-

To play with.

Slaves make masters of us all—

In the end…

Liberation