'' In Their Fold You're Controlled '' Poem by Bri Mar

We die to comply,
Then comply to die,
Do we fry then ask why?
No, it's pie in the sky.

Do tell there's a Hell,
There's a Hell do tell,
Fear quell, ring the bell,
Deaths knell leaves a smell.

You'll care if you dare,
If you dare to care,
Where is out there?
Despair isn't fair.

Don't bin any sin,
No sin in the bin,
Underpin that large grin.
And within you will win,

Can't cope live in hope,
Then hope you can cope,
Don't mope for the dope,
There's soap on that slope.

Belief brings relief,
Relief strengthens belief,
Place the leaf in the sheaf,
The chief is a thief?

Do you know where you go,
Will you go where you know,
There's a glow down below,
Go slow with the flow.

The fraud we applaud,
Why applaud a fraud,
It's odd your god,
Who's flawed gets the nod.

When enrolled you're told,
You're told you're enrolled,
Give them gold or they'll scold,

‘' In Their Fold You're Controlled ‘'