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Poison

Be not afraid for you are special,

But only if you listen to me,

Depraved as you are you must be careful, 
For without me you will never be free.

The universe is large and full of marvels,
Glittering as though something new,
Your wretchedness need not halt your revels, 
All was constructed as a gift to you. 

The world brims with lives and resources, 
Which solely exist for you to consume,
Nature and all its myriad forces,
Mere baubles to adorn your room.

All of creation was made by a being,
You are a part of a masterful plan,
It insists on constant slavish praise giving,
As it is easily hurt by the words of Man.

That is the truth, complete, absolute,
Do not listen to any beguiling other,
The present and future hold nothing of repute,
Do not question lest you be made to suffer. 
 

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Christopher Correia

A Sas, well written poem with a rather dogmatic narrative....based on your 'Keywords; Awareness; I can derive that 'society' should not allow itself to be easily led; by whatever 'leads them'....your 'Topic' of Freedom, leads me to believe that freedom is truly something we have to strive for, reach towards, it will not come looking and take us by force....so, I'm guessing that you wrote this poem to illustrate, a form of 'slavery' and conversely freedom in no ways resembles what you have described in the poem....I like puzzles, not sure if I got this one right, but I certainly enjoyed reading your poem....good work here, and welcome!

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A Sas

Thanks for the comments. My intention was to convey the half truths and contradictions told by some with religious authority to encourage dependence, close mindedness and fanaticism to those they minister to. 

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