When the "magic" book
From days of old
Enslaves the minds
Of which it holds.
With the fear of wrath
And a lake of fire
For bending towards a natural desire
"It's not natural, it's a sin!!"
Or so the text states
So blindly they follow
Tearing love down, with hate
"I have found freedom!"
The book reader cackles
As the chain threads again
Through the eye of their shackles.
When will they notice?
When will they see?
Without that damn book
They could really be...
FREE