The Opened Eye. Poem by Derrick Andrews

Inside of me, is the power to control a mind.
To contort it and distort it, just to make it mine.
Creating orphans of distortion from an evil slime.
It takes time to wrench them out from all the muck and grime.

But it seems to me there's something that remains aloof.
Some strange outer range that covers up the truth.
How can you claim to see the skies if you're still under a roof-
Made of shameless false religions that remain a spoof?

It's laughable that anyone can claim that they are saved.
With no true realization that they've been enslaved.
To the conspiracy in which I see no future engraved.
Just a fading, dull existence as the pawn of a knave.