LETTERS TO DESTINY © 2012

They don’t need to be bought,

Because they are all sold,

Wrapped in empty promises,

Lost in twisted values.

The souls, once free,

Now bear the weight of sale,

Exchanged for fleeting favors,

For what truth does not defend.

The price? It no longer matters,

For dignity has been forgotten,

In a market where what remains

Is the illusion of a long life.

They are all sold,

Without knowing their worth,

Handed over to strange hands,

Unaware of true love.

And those who try to buy them,

No longer need coins,

For the world has seized

Their weakened and fallen souls.

But there will always be those who resist,

Who see beyond the imposed sale,

Those who never surrender,

Who keep their flame exposed.

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