By Felix brambaifa
Void of virtues they greedily match forth
The promulgation of doctrines the intent
A guide for a society of mans great worth
But the inherent light is already far spent
Everything is by the content of mind
There is no disparity from its origin
For as the morality of a man is blind
So shall their outpourings be misleading
Mans civilization is perilously unto nothing
In vain we thrive on the profits of the physical
Though its ripeness is the bringer of suffering
The prosperity of it to our essence is inimical
So why do we rely on the craft of our forges
When we do little for the spirit self within
Why do we diminish the value of common senses,
Mandating complexities, that it be the main thing?
The doctrines of man is complete misfits
From his intent the disorder is designed
So in hypocrisy, there are made explicit
To make men victims, their essence confined
These doctrines must do deliberate disservice
Though they be paraded under the guise of welfare
To place most men under unwarranted mercies
That would prove to show that power is unfair
Behold the evil that goads the administrators
Know these glimpse of lights are marks of deceit
Come to know there are our greatest tormentors
From the origin it was made to lead us to defeat
The doctrines makes profits for the few selected
A co-ordinated attempt at reducing our collective will
The physical laws is the runes of the demented
It was constructed to constrain our innate will
