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Freedom is life So they say But been restrante In the darkness of my world All to myself Better i share with others. Freedom is life But where is my freedom In the heart of distress In the travailing Yes, travailing of a strng man All but to nothing Freedom is life Only for those with aspiration Being furgitives of their imadination Encomped in their hearts Living for yet percive freedom Freedom form unending fantasize Freedomis life from torn and tattered life Existance for years in servitude From the plunge in debris Hmmm, debris after rain, into The ocean of desolution FReedom is life I percive the sweat smell I feel the blowing breeze The open air of freashness The raising of the sun on the debrise Taking the baptizm of freedom To raise to a free life In continual jamboree A memorial for a life thats free Indeed, freedom is life. written by "NANKPAK CIRFAT"

In such a time as this when the greatest of men just revealed quickly fades away when a great Hero manifest into irony by falling to the ground when the wind of death blows to take the Giant of men In such a time as this when the sound of mourning is kicked to a start when weeping becomes central and morners in their sorrow explore the face with tears and accomping pains when the ideal men of the society breaks in wailing with no medicine comfort their ceaseless trauma In such a time as this when the greatness of men quicly fading like the blooming flower quenced by the hotness of the sun the striaght of the defender is bruised when the pillar is taken away an emacipator expectation is no more In such a time as this when the earth deprives man its grape or fruit and in the deepest anguish, the body awaits its retirement back to its nature; dust to dust I call it 6ft beneath the earth below the body's final distination opens its wide arms to embrace...