EMANCIPATION.

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.

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I TAKE UP MY ARMS AND VENTURE FORTH INTO THE WORLD. 
INTO THE EMBRACE OF TOMORROW'S UNCERTAINTIES, 
BRUSHING OFF THE STAINS OF YESTERDAY'S EVENTS.
HERE I MARCH TO THE INEXORABLE TICK OF THE CLOCK, 
TO THE RHYTHMIC CRASHES OF THE WAVES - 
A REMINDER THAT LIFE WILL CONTINUE, WILL NOT WAIT. 
I AM A MAN, 
WE ARE THE LIVING.

(Open your mind, open your