bondage [Theme] Page 2

"What are you, solovushka,
Poop burn?
Hang the head,
Songs not to sing?"
- "Pelosa solovushka
In the grove in the spring...
Hang your head
In the Golden cage".

Can body locked up, but the consciousness freely and willingly to go where he wants.

Poverty is not a sin, but slavery is not laughter.

Bracelets - the remnants of the chains.
And in the same way, of course
on the handle of your submissive
shiny gold ring.

There is no worse share than to live in captivity.

This vicious circle of no exit. All doors shut, guard gently smiling. You are kept in captivity, with the help of long term loans, monthly payments, rent.

Stood there and thought: on the outside the air is very rarefied. Places here too, the population density is too low. In the area here for a hundred and fifty people in the barracks, the prison fifty in the house, bunks in three tiers, to a stranger the fates of two feet; and each, instead of fate - an open fracture; the sharp fragments out. It is impossible not to stumble on the other, it is impossible not to strut for me, do not smear the meat in rags. Climb into each other's eyes, in the nose with his stinking guts, a member of the poke. Nowhere from each other to go. First terribly from this, then sick to vomit, then get used to it, and then without it, even empty. In the wild with other people in different apartments live wall to separate the train every in his bubble goes. As the tea bags after chifir - so on the outside. Sit, think - outside only all genuine. Out - falshak. Life in the zone Wraith, and nothing is more present there.

Sitting behind bars in prison crude.
Reared in captivity, the young eagle,
My sad comrade, waving wing,
Bloody food pecks at the window,
Bite, and throws, and looking out the window,
Like with me, one conceived.
Calling me and shouting my
And wants to utter: "let's fly!
We are free birds; it is time, brother, time!
There, where the white cloud mountain,
Where are blue with marine edge,
There, walk where only the wind... Yes I am!..."

Death is not terrible, Ratibor. Terrible life in captivity.

Yes ... me it's prison everywhere!

our family is a strange something
which is always behind
I just want to be free and point
but it means to leave a family

Yes, I dreamed of freedom... and then made sure that our happiness is inseparable from nilly.

A bird in captivity refuses food and dies of hunger. But sentenced to death with pleasure, and tightened his last cigarette.

What will That slavery... still... still...