It’s all non applicable
It means nothing to me
They want my compliance
I want to think I’m free
Why would I vote
For those happy shinny faces
They only want control
To put me in their places
Why would I trust
In your immaculate misconception
Lose myself to temperance
And the next life self-deception
Why would I want to be subjected
By some token figurehead
Celebrate arbitrary privilege
Presumptuousness pure-bred
Once I had belief
Clouded then crushed by doubt
Now there is nothing
I’m numb, I’ve opted out
interesting confession...strongly justified however difficult we all live with the notion of our own truth be it faith or otherwise. thanks
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I would like to translate this poem
nik, Correctly speak, but the result on mine all the same will be unenviable...10... Tsira