Poem: In these halls

Within these rooms a beast consumes
Pride, envy and selfish desire
In the halls, the only walls
Are walls we burn in fire

And in these rooms, the question looms
How many days have we been freed
In these halls, the walls fall down
As hope she plants a seed

There is a truth, we do recover, of that there is no doubt
There is a truth, though we may suffer
We're offered a way out
There is a truth, one free for all
Yet all will not receive.
There is a truth we heed her call
Toward freedom does she lead

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