Indoctrinate your fears
Serve up punishments
Words are their bond
Lifes just a percent
Bonded to a language of pain
Why's Where's or How's
Are bitter distain
Freedom spoken with a wicked grin
Bonded to false sin
Doubt is nothing but choice
Freewill, weather or not
Great pretenders, Liars be
False idols for all to see
Cease the day
Grab what you can
Indoctrination, follow they be
Do as I say, say as I do
Doubt that's all free
Doubt, freewill, or choice
You will know when they send an invoice....
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Author:
illia (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2021 08:58
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Comments1
am very impressed...
well written Illia.
Why thank you very much. Appreciate your comment.
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