False fetters of a captivated mind
Feathers plucked and meat in grind
Greatness strived for, pittance gained
Thy failed achievement is life disdained
Breaking, crushing, severing nerve
In tow, the life of you who serve
Yet hope isn't lost, light shines nearer still
Not by thy shattered dreams, but by God's Holy will
Abandon the path and traipse out in the dark
For to shelter your soul neath the wings of a lark
Though glory is lost, take comfort in this
Your life has been plucked from eternal abyss
And safe in the fortress of death to thyself
A new life emerges with riches in delfts
A servant you are and a servant you'll be
But a servant submitted is a branch on the Tree
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