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Beauty for all to behold,
Tired of the weight of this stance,
She stands for the love of right,
And good over evil...
In shoes without support,
Of in souls for right...
With breasts that will never suckle,
A child, just greedy man...
Her book written in a language,
For few to understand...
Trapped on a pedestal, tired and alone,
Unable to read her book of frail braille,
Her strenght leaves flat meaning...
She stands proud in her shroud,
And "prays" that she can continue to hide...
The man in black is the ruler and cares nothing of pride...
Truth can set you free?
Sure, the larger the check...
And, the freer you'll be!