Patterns / by KERES

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Patterns Unfurled,

They thought they were free,

But Memory lives on…

At least within me.

Recording Transgressions,

Digesting the pain,

Until Souls scream aloud,

For freedom in vain.

I bind all your sins,

Disturbances within;

I set flames alight,

And dance with Chagrin.