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How does it feel when all what 's been said

were nothing but a bluff of worst kind?

Your dreams, your fantasies, your desires and aspirations

implanted in your head by someone stronger than you.

Someone who sits on throne above you,

someone who knows excatly your needs.

To feel accepted, to feel secure,

to have faith in something, to believe in miracles.

But the world needs more slaves and faint-hearted fools,

so do a favour and clean your master's boot!

The Doctrines of Salvation formulated in the minds of the cunning,

written in thousands of pages by the hands of the slain.

Follow the rules, never criticize those above you.

Mind your thought, mind your tongue, mind your actions, never stand out.

Afterlife instead of this life, reincarnation instead of instant liberation.

Forced to be subservient, forced to crawl in feces.

For your hidden lust for suffering, theres no way out.