Hatred for Chains

Hatred for Chains

Chains are there to strangle our souls, a sense of suffocating

Controlling man. Man-made iron outlives bands of gold,

both metal and round....yet one encircles with promises of love, the other

sadly constricts with pain; a prison to be sure with the band of gold in place.

Chains were formed and forged in excruciating heat to insure the strength for their purpose.

Gold bands began with similar steps, yet softly land on a finger, wrapped in love.

Seeing huge link chains makes me wonder for what? to hold what, prevent what, to hurt whom? To have knowledge to build such powerful shackles, they're oft used in building and pulling other heavier machinery, Let's stick with their intended use shall we? -

but no, no man can let this stand in his way... he can enlist the help of the chains to bind a soul, and beat a slave or wife or child. Chains used to beat and bind the man of a different color or belief than accept the differences.

Chains have been used to drag good people to their deaths on the bottom of the ocean. Where in death they are still bound by chains, but on their own terms now - in another mush sought after death state where love and peace are the prizes.

Chains so confining are they, "dis-ease" and illnesses result. These malevolent shackles now confine disease, infection, filth, gangrene of the soul - and have come to represent the purest of man's fears, as they punish others with their evil in their heart.

It's sad to watch these these repeatedly in blockbuster movies. It is loathsome to witness these rituals during a crime in progress...sadder yet, the aftermath at the crime scene to see the ingenious use of the chains of man.

But the most pathetic, most deplorable situation in all the world is to be draped with chains, 100-pound chains, to be free to eat and breathe and laugh. And when your lover puts his adoring arms around you, He hugs you tightly, yet is unaware of your discomfort. . . because, the chains bite into your arms and torso, and your lover's touch through chains is cold.

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