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Antony Of Egypt - Illusory Freedom | Текст песни

Freedom, many powerless desire it
But when the hour is nigh
They tower with pride
Over others in a similar predicament
To their past state
As vivid a depiction as I can cast
Faith & humility are found first
In those that have found mirth
Within their basic abilities
Restrained though they willingly be
They have a profound thirst
For the traits of the children they free
Through their daily actions
They may be pale & ghastly
From constant toil & sweat
& horrible debt
But they're conscious
Of the aura they project
Many seek freedom
Yet the few that attain it
Too often are bleak & greedy
as they watch the weak & the needy
& let them rot, peaceless & bleeding
Like people speaking of Jesus
& heeding legions of demons instead
Freedom is in our heads
Like you've spoken
To dethrone a usurper
We need to dethrone their curses
Within us first
Cleanse our bodies & senses
& sense our nahdis
Cleanse our pretensions
Till we enter godly dimensions
Boundless freedom can be corrupting
Without sounds & gleanings as instructions
Like how power leads to destruction
Cowards deceiving the public
& leading them like puppets
Relieving them of their sustenance
Bleeding them of their substance
This needs to be reconstructed
There needs to be repercussions
But what if all of a sudden
We were all offered abundance
& no more fetters & chains
Would we dread the change?
Or embrace it & taste every flavour
Offered till we were encased
In layers of toxins?
Would we walk
The way of your prophet
Or would we become
So noxious & numbed
by what was proffered
That we'd be lofty scum
Or perhaps lazy & awkward
Sons & daughters
Shunning progress
& new horizons
Since we'd already attained them
Would it all be in vain?
I believe our restrictions
Serve a purpose, though it's awfully strange
At moments, I've gained from your omens
I've tamed what was roaming within me
I'm still far from a saint,
Golden in wisdom
Though I know what I've spoken
I'm a trickster in soul
But those that listen to my odes
Envision them & grow
as kindred souls
Till their goal is achieved
& they breathe true Hope & Freedom


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