Hopes laid
in ink spilt
Engraved in minds enslaved
By radical nods to terms of life.
Beliefs burnt into our very foundation,
Promises of false freedom
Enclosed in threats of deflect;
A promise to a better self
Without definition of right.
We have been reduced to slaves
Of hope itself
Exalting the same beings we put to blame,
Claiming perfection in self righteousness
While rightfully printing contradiction as law.
We are lost in all vision and bright light,
We choose to wander with maps in our hands,
We refuse to go beyond horizons
In fear of toppling into voids of unknowingness.
When?
When shall our eyes see
Truth from belief?
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