spread your wings
it's time to fly
those metal constructions
can restrict you for not much longer

only your body, as a whole
belongs to that house of evil

they think they know what justice is
yet their defamation of what is so
only yields execration from the rest of the world
from us
from me
from your loved ones on the outside.

freedom is on your lips
between your teeth
and within your cheeks
taste it
can you taste it?
juicy and sweet
like a fresh necturine.

so keep your chin up
face everyday with a painted-on smile
if you have to
make sure the bastards see
that even though they own your clothed being
for now
the day is soon
you'll be enjoying independence
and the lack there-of, domination.
fuck the boyd unit.

devoted to a dear friend... soon to be a free friend.
we love you Steven