I hate the prison of my mind
For every single word there is contempt and disgust
Promising gods, discipline and order
They tremble at the absence of mind control
Turning lives into zombie processions
With laws from the underworld
You sell religions and truths like whores
You forget that death awaits, hero of the toys
There’s no need
To demonstrate
That your laws will fall
I forget
Humanity’s fate
As the shadows call
Indoctrination
May be a fair toll
I choose to be wounded
And to be not a slave
Not in front of a god, or a word-
But under the wings of death we’re all
The same…
In her wrath
I see death dancing upon your heads
Black candles, and a blessing for the weak
Black candles and a blessing for the weak
Black candles and a blessing for the dead.
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