False Religions, or the Ideology of Slaves

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Parrot the Fool
Keeps on repeating
Nonsense in full.
Reason is fleeting...



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"Seems so"—don't be hasty,
Pause before believing.
Light may shine so bravely,
Doubt and dark unweaving.

Subtle truths were twisted,
Mocked and left forsaken.
"Seems so," "just a vision"—
Minds were long mistaken.



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False Religions, or the Ideology of Slaves

Lord, have mercy—
Sinner kneels, afraid.
Light won't tarry
Where the weak obeyed.

Mind is clouded,
Soul is drained and torn.
Fools have founded
Faith to serve the born.

Dangled heaven—
Empty, hollow dream.
"Bow before us!
You’re the one who’s mean."

Raised in terror—
"Sin of birth," they say.
Darkness spreads as
Evil paves the way.

"Lord," have mercy
On the Devil’s slave—
If you strip the
Lies that cowards gave.



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