A Newly Liberated Freedom Poem by Moth Harris

So distant from your personal salvation.
Scared, neglected all possible redemption
Freedom of religion, such a liberty,
Surely there is some hope that will set you free.

You've wasted your days burried in hell's fire.
You've forgotten to forget about desire.
Tired of balancing on such a thin wire.
Surely the forsaken fall would set you free.

What is freedom but a stance, a guilty plea.
What is damnation only a guarantee.
We all believe in nothing but a lost dream,
but I guess that's all it takes to set us free.