Captives of Freedom

Warmly prancing through a green meadow
Can we claim to be free
Hark! The sweet angel, bellowing the message of God
Thou art free! Thou art free!
Shadowing the laughing daemon behind the scenes
Thou art not! Thou art not!

 The figures paused, their jovial dance shattered
Their cold countenances creeping closer
And closer, and closer, and closer
The fiend leaped towards the now cold cadavers

The music stopped
And the shocked angel retreated to the utopia she knew
And the daemon heartily harrowed his harvest