The straitjacket of indoctrination
endlessly limits the freedom of your mind,
and the unfettered strings of liberty.
Your puppeteer has cancerous hands
and a failing, dark and sombre heart.
Manipulating the zealot,
who drives a deadly knife
into the heart of the open and free.
Succumbing to your myopic vision
leads to deep melancholy for a season,
and the vast future beyond.
A silent, yet deafening defiance
will always defeat you
in the battles of your unholy war.