The Police of the Soul
the police of the soul
am a prisoner
of my mind
am buried by my thoughts
while i am free
by my soul
the police of the soul
am a prisoner inside
the world of truth
am buried by what
i see
yet i cant remain in
captive forever
through the redemption
of my soul
the police of the soul
to think was my actions
to speak the truth was
my crime
and now am in the
court full of lips of lies
the court of intelligent humans
yet am free not by them
but by my soul
the police of the soul
my body is captivated?
by the rules of humans
with out the knowledge
of the principles of life
they always torture
create pain to this body
of mine
they want control me
yet they can only do
as much as they can
to my body
my soul no is stronger
than what human can kill
so they can police me
but only God is
the police of my soul
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