Atheos

My second sonnet. This one is in iambic tetrameter and has a name from Ancient Greek. :)

A fate predetermined for you

An ethereal stranglehold

Don't think that life is yours to choose

Don't speak, don't breathe, don't be so bold

Stay silent, complicate, and meak

Sickeningly soured ethos

Bound to the god that keeps you weak

A profoundly indulged pathos

Archaic ideology

Aimed at keeping you on your knees

Obsolete mythology

Head bowed, eyes closed, don't try to see

A shield, a crutch for the weak mind

Curtain conceals the man behind