SelfPub: On the chain?

She won't let you go until you run out.
In the ring its hard power getting to the landfill.
You - a nuclear warhead, special, bomb, fighter.
There are no right and guilty. Those who survived, well done.
But somebody left the field, he just turned out of the way.
Thought: enough violence; we need to save ourselves.
And that's his choice - a natural and simple
Without fear other people's judgment, bearing stains.
A: How much freedom?
B: Probably, it is expensive.
A: How much freedom?
Q: my Freedom has no price.
A: When you let go?
B: once... But when?..
A: When you let go?
Q: am I in chains?