Embarking on the will of ordained revelation,
focusing on a selfish world no one can
afford,
Debauched hellions, appear to grab the keys
of Freedom's cell and leave the door
locked,
No one leaves, no one enters - rules intimidating
and royal - no escaping the edge of the
sword,
Freedom lost, heresy born, sequential truth laid
barren; the soul constitutionally immobile and
shocked!
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