Believers

Thu, 04/27/2017 - 21:53 -- LPM

They say you're free, but the book is binding 

 

They say look to the light, but the light is blinding 

 

They preach about sin, yet find themselves in confession that it will save their skin. 

They think they're already in, preaching their values to the next of kin,

thinking that that will save them too from their own damnation. 

This poem is about: 
Me
My country
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