Excited to see the factory of fools,
that make stools of cool..
On entering from gate,
I saw myself in cage..
Seeing long rows of raws,
that comes from flaws..
The machine of ideas and facts,
making beliefs from skept..
The ideas that are corrupted,
of no truth, of no objectives..
The raw is now in machine,
My heart is now beating with speed..
Seeing all from corner,
beiefs are formed from scanner..
The only feature that they hold (beliefs),
the strong power of hearing,not searching..
The only language that thay understand,
is of corrupted educations, not knowledge..
The only charge that they get,
is just lie, not truth..
The only protection that they have,
is just drops, not scratch..
Seeing all this, with own eyes,
I was ashamed to death..
The packaging that they hold,
is just satisfaction, not proof from mole..
I feel sofocated from all these scenes, and left …
This writing is not on religion, but on the braches that people made.