Branded with beliefs, from the day which we are born.
Individuality they preach, that from which we are torn.
Follow us they say, Live as a higher force told. Or die in a darker place, cast out into the cold.
Fundamental beliefs, we cannot brand untrue. The stubbon smirk of society, stopping you from being you.
Follow your own road they say, but abide our guidelines true. Religion's endless war. An ever binding glue.
Religion preaches peace.
Religion preaches truth.
Religion shoved down our throats, poisoning our youth.
Is god only there as a fallback? Ever open arms on the backdrop of life.
Do you only believe when you're in trouble, when it best suits you.
What is right, what is wrong? Branded at birth. From individuality we are torn.
Choose your own path. Not the one branded into your thoughts. The real demons lies, altering common senses truth.
Its all up to you.
~Larko
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