You

You,
the oldest and most effective brainwashing technique in history.
Nothing but mere propoganda,
intellectual poison,
depriving the world from freedom.
You,
pretending to teach good,
love and understanding,
yet you were the reason for the worst genocides in history,
the bloodiest wars,
all in the name of a being,
or beings,
an invention,
an excuse,
all in the name of power.

You,
the bride of an imaginary almighty,
throwing at us virtues,
which at the end of the day are nothing but spiteful vices,
intended to control your malicious lust,
your cravings,
while abusing everyone who falls under your shadow,
with anything possible.
You,
reducing nations to blind sheep,
who follow you like a shepherd,
leaving us no choice but to see what you want us to see,
to live how you want us to live,
dwelling on prejudice,
You,
feeding on our fear.

You,
holding a balance in one arm,
and a sword in the other,
always blindfolded,
always pretending to be fair and just.
It is time to take that blind fold off now,
and see what a mess you have been doing since the dawn of time.
Or rather,
keep it on,
and keep getting bribed,
by anyone who is in control.

You,
projecting yourself as my best mate,
as the one who only comforts me,
filling my head with all sorts of excuses,
until you got me hooked,
until you got us hooked,
until you made me give you too much,
until you made us believe that it is never enough.

You,
making me believe in you,
making me believe in something again,
only to take it all again,
leaving nothing but disappointment.
Trying to put everything in your own box,
the way you see fit,
the way you think iis right,
not because you see it from your own point of view,
no..
but beacuse your superficial nature made your head nothing but a run down library of the books you've read

You,
a sinking ship,
trying to pull down everyone within your reach with you.
Trying to pull me down in an abyss.
Well,
how about trying to fix yourself first?
Well,
maybe you are way beyond repair now,
so keep dragging yourself down.
It is time to leave us,
leave me iin peace.

You,
who thinks that everyone thinks the way you do,
who thinks that everything is bent, and twisted in the way you see them,
just because you do not know better,
just because you are unable to know better,
since whenever you unlock your prison cell and breath a different air,
you go back in immdiately,
cause your misery is now your safe haven.