"A Spell of Freedom"

By Janus Black

Our fear Blind us, and sorrow holds us back,
When came the monster, we made up a protector,
But we didn't see the monsters in ourselves.
Those who wish to own people,
Those who wish to deny who/ what they love,
Those who cannot see thru the age old lies
Yet what is the cure?
BRAVERY, INTELEGENCE, SELF
We must be strong of heart, unafraid to jump into the philisophical frey.
We must use our own mind, never scew reality,