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Free bird, free human
Free to roam the earth with you soul on your shoulders
Free to enjoy being captive by your imagination
Free to see the fallen race from every prospective
Because freedom is free
So feel free to freeup yourself
Like the bird, in open space
Captured by the sky, sea and sunrise

Stories Storyteller

October 1983

My mind is fogged with the thought of death
Fantasies of the afterlife
The only place where we finally become one
Like we should be
Birds will fly without flapping their wings
We will be free
For a dead man has no labels on him
Just his eternal soul
And his eyes will be wide open while he dream
Of the very place he is
Sweet foggy consciousness, hug me like my mother
While I lay on your bosoms
So I can rest peacefully in this everlasting sleep
Death is my lover
And I will be satisfied to cuddle with her
Because only she can save me now