Minds of
The Damned
Their
minds are mine said the druid
Give me
your newly born, I have the Milk Duds
Trained
from birth to be a pillar of the earth
After
seven you can take your children
Sweetness
is the pathway to light and sacrifice
Indoctrinated
by day and held safe at night
It’s not
always the warmth and kisses that’s Liberty’s
Light
Frequently
it’s indoctrination that turns minds into blight
Watch the
pretty children dance and sing
Granny
and gramps so happy in the daylight of spring
But the
words that ring out are repeated over and again
And
notice how all are dressed the same in the handheld chain
Let them
out to be free is the disguise and glee
Their
eyes dart here and there, you see
They’re
now forever caught in the cult tree
A prison
where living is pretending to be free
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