The Conformation of the Sacred Soul

Let me tell you about
The conformation of the sacred soul
Traversing unified thought procedure
Insecure and terrified
Like a trembling little lost lamb
Misled by a detached shepherd into a fruitless meadow

How can you claim to be one and free
When you refuse to create your own reality?
Believing all that you see
Seeking comfort behind your mask
Through the meat grinder
You’ll gladly pass

With no will
And lack of thought
Absorbing everything you were taught
Such blissful ignorance

False facade frightened by feelings
Controlled and calculated by callous convictions
Lost in a dark and murky sea of doubt
Negated navigation
There’s no way out

Riotous river of renegade regimes
Dreadful and dreary
A populous so clearly
Torn apart at the seams

 

very nice

 

Thanks man, it should have been alot better though. I need to revise it a bunch.