Freedom

I am a spirit
Trapped in a flesh gone mad
With delusions and illusions
Of selfish freedom
Until I am liberated
I will fight the chains
My spirit belongs
To the One who breathed it
But my soul is of the dust
From whence it came
There is purity within me
But not of me, my flesh
That corrupted and clamoring
Vile beast that I was.
While the flesh rules
There is oppression in every direction
But oppresion is the mother of Revolution.
A struggle to the death
Is fought within my borders
But the Spirit is bound to prevail
And freedom will rise up
And eminate through my being
Until the essence of me is you.