Eden

Now excuse my tone, if this is abrupt
But I must state again that this world is corrupt.
This might sound redundant 
But the world and who runs it
Thrives off of the ones who are stuck.
Propaganda in children's TV
Tells you to be who you want to be. 
You're left with confusion 
And a spiritual contusion 
All because of a lost identity.
Speak again, and you'll be tried for libel.
And oh forbid if you hold a Bible.
Don't dare turn the page and see with your eyes
The serpent's cunning disguise
That blinded Eve.