Dying in a prisoner’s arms

Dying in a prisoner’s arms,
I learned to love to build cages,
for myself if need be so,
For them, never strong enough,
construct and than destruct,
destruct and than construct,
Dying still but building more,
In the hope that life will flee one day.

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