Anti Ganda

Freedom,
Is a religion,
Can't see,
What's in your region,
Plates out,
Glass eating manger,
You fool,
And doubtful,
Priest.

Gods,
Fall through the ceiling,
Kids,
All too revealing,
Smile,
You leave,
This place for tonight,
And then you go to graze,
Oh such a lovely, modern phase.

Stars,
Why do you seek them,
Prey,
Why do you need them,
Bo Peep does,
What Bo Peep wantss,
But she never gets,
Her full-paid funds,
And everyone,
Stays up to have some fun.

Faith,
Is like decisions,
Faith,
Will be your leisure,
Don't,
Suffer a lesion,
Stop,
They're burning pigeons.

They don't have to burn the books,
They just have to tell you not to look,
Making rockets like a pyromaniac cook,
If they give you food,
You let them,
If they give you feud,
You beg them.

Nah,
Somebody's watching,
Eyes,
White metal shillings,
If they close them,
You'll just be like me,
And have no friends,
Love authority.

Maybe,
You wait,
Maybe there's a cage,
Freedom,
Is a bigger prison.

Take,
The only medicine,
Pills,
It's make-up season,
When it's fall,
And,
You just call in,
The thieves with their hearts on their sleeves.

Fair,
I'm just a seeker,
Fare,
Bus ticket's cheaper,
Cool,
Just like the icebergs,
Hot,
Don't sleep in the fire.

Because the sound of music is a lyre,
To the bullets of paychecks and wires.
For why do you see,
The pixels in seeds,
Hypnotize by numbers,
Forget what it means.

I can't confront you,
Because you're not here,
But if you were beside me,
I'd boycott you, my dear.

Sometimes it hurts,
That preachers don't work,
And teachers don't lurk,
Like policies in smirks.

Well I see the cancers in the eyes,
Of blindness under shirts,
And the Machiavellian lice,
Cause you just don't care,
How's your hair,
You just care,
That it's fair.

Oh, darkness is bare,
Yellowing scares,
And brown is everywhere.