Modern Man and Mind Control

To hold mythos over man
Death for dogma
And ignorance of the age old impotence of a supposed savior
Never rising
Despite the frantic coaxing of the death-scared delusionaries
Whispers, whispers to the floor,
ceiling, the sky
the all seeing, ever-present, passive heavens

Stop wasting away your days
substituting millennia-muffled ideas for real freedom
Allow your tomorrow to be vindicated
Embracing love
Truth, purpose in the piety of people
For hate, bullets and the misguided sanctity of ideas
Hold no power over your existence