Broken heart, broken mind,
I sit half dead, in a gray world
massacred by the paranoia of witch hunters and extremists.
Where there is no difference between
a priest, a dictator, and a zombie;
a life thrown away by morals and conformity.
I’m bound by black and white moral codes
to navigate through an aluminum existence.
My beliefs marked as heresy, condemned to the flames.
Magicks of our ancestors, regarded as sin.
Knowledge of spirits and angels locked away.
People no longer think for themselves.
Too terrified by hell’s frigid frost.
As zombies, they lost the essence of what once made them alive.
