Enough rope to yoke yourself

In rooms, unexpected trees grow
Odd, since nobody saw seeds sown
The roots braid into ropes and flee
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

Imprisoned, petals threshed from thorns
Of pricks, made up passers be warned
Be shot, hung by law stamped decree
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

Ink loosened from finest quarry
Coal singed by final canary
Dipped in clots, congealing the key
On threads of noose, it says “be free”

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