Second hand morals

Suffocated by second hand morals
From the first hand to feed us
Their excuses of misfortune
Fell on deaf ears

Our similarities to them are replaced 
By an absolute contempt for their ways
In feather beds of guilt fed fears
Home pressures were rising

Engulfed in the actions of another
And struggling for an identity
We almost gave in
To obese activities

Equate our efforts forth 
To that of slaves
After breaking free
Into a liberated new world

The past resulted in deformities
From our addicted ancestors
But we’ve broken free
And breathtaking experiences await us

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I think you are right. So much of what we base "wrong and right" on come from our upbringing. Of course, as we grow older, we start to come to our own conclusions on the perception of morality. When we "break free", as you said, then yes, we are no longer bound to the limitations of our inherit fear, but finally find our own freedom of self. Very inspiring read!

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Deep, powerful, and quite intriguing. Such a joyable read.
Like this alot!