Your inner world is crushed
‘Cause vices penetrate your mind.
The word-right’s violently hushed
And there’s nothing left to find.
The little truth hurts even worse
Than anything, pretended lie.
You swore on blood, but not remorse
Of coward deeds, that you deny.
The mass hypnosis made us cry,
And moral’s dead in pocket’s full.
Believed in policy, don’t pry
What happenings turned pitiful.
Freedom
© Copyright: Адэлль, 2012
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