illia

Bondage

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.... 

Comments1

  • aDarkerMind

    am very impressed...
    well written Illia.

    • illia

      Why thank you very much. Appreciate your comment.



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