‘Tis the ropes of thy convictions,
That bind thee to untruth,
And the strength of those
That crush thy will;
To feed the wolves
Of indoctrination
Thy mind, thy heart
To kill,
And, dim the light
At the tunnel’s end,
Where thy spirit
Might rest so still.
8-25-06
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