I am not free

I am not free, bound to you I am sold
For the cheapest coin, I am the broken bread,
The spilt blood, the hollow husk, drained and bled
On this insidious altar bleak and cold.
Am I not free, hiding in my closed mind.
Lost in these shabby parlours and old rooms.
With its facades and dilapidated tombs.
Where the world sheds no tears to hide behind.
I am of fire made in the supernova
Before the dead hand of man that bend me
To the great lie shaped around fear and loss
Of manmade gods and their sad jehovah.
Am I so blinded that I cannot see
These nails that bind me to my tree and cross.


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