Old LiesA Poem by The Poet of Black WingsMorality, As told by Old gods, Old books, Old men.
The law, Their code is held Up. On. High. A place, They push us to reach. Forcing the climb, Making us struggle In order to attain that which they Never had.
The ascent is Impossible. Without use of Exaggeration, That holds True. They know it full well, Yet they still Demand. Punishing us, When we Inevitably, Fall.
They Trick us, You realize. Making us believe, We are wrong. We are filthy. We are disgraceful beasts. Fallacy of their Doing, Manipulates us.
We must cast it aside. The law of gods, The law of Old. Lies. Must leave our thoughts. Relieve ourselves of the False good, and Forget the constructed Image of evils, Crafted to bind you. See the truth, Un-know, And be free.
Enter the void.
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