Psychic Morgue
The grave is a fear buried deep in some minds-
one day it’s all over when the body resigns,
that your life is only a trip from the womb
through some measure of time to an eternal tomb.
Psychology’s coffin lays you in this hole
then they shovel in their contempt for the soul.
Their eulogy reads “there is nothing beyond
what lies in this pit is forever gone.”
These doctors they tell you that they know it all
as they point to diplomas that hang on their wall.
They roll them up and beat you like a dog
to kennel you up in a psychic morgue.
You’re told you are soulless and come from the mud,
live only one life and then turn into crud…
that you are an animal savage and raw
bound by no God, no rules and no law.
You’re told you can never truly be free
restrained by ethics and morality…
that you must abandon all of your creeds
and surrender completely to all carnal needs.
Ideas become prisons and thoughts become cells
when lies are the bars that lock you in this hell.
Deceit is a dungeon that padlocks the mind
within walls of delusion where you serve your time.
Fear is the brick that is set in these walls
and ignorance mortar that binds it all.
When you learn the truth these walls disappear
and you’ll see the wardens shivering in fear.
Copyright © John Wilowski | Year Posted 2017
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