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.