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Take your shoes and give me my freedom
Take your mirrors and give me my voice
Take your chains and give me my pen
Take your promises and give me my mind-liberty
Take your constructions and give me my simplicity
Take your concoctions and give me my habituality
Take your gin and give me my sanity
Take your guns and give me my tranquility
For your shoes are imprisonments to my feet
Your mirrors, reflections of manipulative flaws
Your chains, restrains meant to entomb
Your promises, lies birthed in Delilah's womb
Your constructions, schemes to imprison my mind
Your concoctions, toxicity to my heart
Your gin, a strange magnet of deliriousness
Your guns, gongs of a threnody
Give me me!