This Petty Meat-suit.

A Ghost..Yes.
The Ghost of
Freedom Chained.

The Sad Roar
of A New Slave
to Old Ideas!
(Philosophies
Dead and Vain.)

From the Moment
Heavens Heathen
Fell, and crashed
into the Pits of Hell;
Liberty was perceived
a Restless thing man
sought to recapture.
(yet wisdom in itself
could not dispel the
horrors that came after.)

A Ghost!
Yes!
The Ghost
of Spirit sewn
into the weakness
of this Petty Meat-suit.

Seeking warmth
and tenderness.
(but finding Chaos
more than Truth.)

J.Stephen.H.