The suffering of slavery

you were not afraid of fire
and you were burning like tinder
                just like tinder

we opened the spirit of old portal
                together, for all
the door to prosperity and happiness
the old door of well-being and less less less
less love
more money and more coolness

you were burning and not afraid of fire
you were playing, hard playing, transparently dire
your way with non-love like The Best

"Loving you!" ... your favorite modern dress

you carried your sacrifice on your hands
                your confederate-wife
a dream that never ends
freed from the shame of thieves
she just love it, still alive, forever, she lives

a burning knife deep in her heart
what about being full apart
blood on your hands and
             the black charred body of your wife
victims with their hearts pierced by fiery knife
for your money, money, more money
'cause money are wedding

and I remained standing
in front of the door, I am still too neverending
for I have not yet grown into slavery

you said me:
" ...because you didn't grown up for slavery..."

again

for I will never go the way of slavery

again

I will always follow the path of bravery

my way with burning heart
with the wind of freedom and the dust of bravery

again, again, again

"again" is the secret of endless suffering
suffering of holly slavery