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I was taught not to think by those
who did not think
that I could think because
they never thought
in their own hearts
believing that what they
were told was accurately
sound and bound
through the mining of my mind
I discovered and found
the unused portion of my brain
breaking the chains that shackled me to
the memories of tall, told, tales
for centuries reckoning
traditional births from mindfux
suppressing like a tonnage press
"CHILD HUSH"
spoken by good old religious folks
though I raised my hand to speak
I was told let the preacher, preach
I was not allowed to vote
my 2 cent lay in the collection plate
the amount paid for what I prayed
dating back to BC
Before Crack
now ponder on that
snagger toothed
in a confession booth
it wasn't wine
it was juice
I threw in the towel
called a truce
this is some bull
now where's the truth
