how revolutionary it was to discover what was wrong
how incredible it was to discover science
religion was just a pleasuring screen
covering the realities we are gifted and cursed with
what if our screens break?
cuts us with its holy glass?
does truth ever hinder us more?
was it so bad to simply remove the screen?
my screen was simply the harsh rule of a fist
i havent been so obedient either
but the screen has isolated me from truth
law was one thing, but truth was another
i havent realized the chains binding me before
not until they have pointed it out
i didnt know my shackles dragged along as i walked
until they who defied law broke them for me
they spoke of truth and a not so distant paradise they lived in
they lived easy
spoke easy
made everything look like second nature
i wanted to simply dream of their lives
but those were still monitored
what if i had a taste of that forbidden freedom?
what if i breathed it just once?
the chains they broke off still left scars on my wrists
the scars screamed no
they told me no, i would be further condemned for my actions
so i told myself no
but everything seemed so nice with them
but i felt happy with them
no, screamed the scars
before i knew it, the chains wrapped around me again
they who defied law lived.
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Poems and stuff
PoetryThis book is to mainly express my feelings or whatever. I'm bored too.