posted on Oct, 24 2012 @ 03:17 AM
Is that which steals your liberty.
Its specialty is to do it without you knowing.
To install itself in you, right from the first day.
To grow with you so you are fooled.
To trip you up and send you down
long and twisted roads.
Your libertine failure is its food.
Your tears, its clothes.
Its favorite arrow,
your self blame.
Your ignorance and inability,
to know thy enemy.
The invisible master,
In every thought
a pinch of disaster.
But the day you realize,
the name of the game.
Will be the first day,
you rise up and see the disguise.
That shadow of doubt,
we have all heard about,
The slippery ghost.
Liberty our birthright,
Wisdom our way.
Plenty of love, no need to pray.
Eliberocelta Melbourne 0ct 24 2012