Trapped in the chains
and mentally deprived,
stupid life didnt matter,
and it was left behind.
Now it needs to change,
it had become too much to endure,
Even though It seems to be ,
so much better than before.
The truth is well hidden,
in a pool of lust and gore.
It has always been inside,
and we have never crossed the door
to where there is no truth,
and questions are forbidden,
and where all of us…
… are abused little .. children.
-Is it just me or does this poem sound totally different when read in different ways?-