The vine dejection

Twists and climbs

The seed that grows with time

Your words Belial

And dooms...

No cries

No wisdom from dark or light

No truth

Only life

Enslaved

Rooted in hatred

Repression

Running from freedom

Pattern of guilt

Paranoid fears

Forced awake

Devoid of reason

Repeat and suffer

Diseased inside

Joyless