Index Librorum Proibitorum

Hidden screams
In those pages
Shadows from past still out of view
Blood is running
For its name for ages
Hands are up for the glory of a few
Torture
Burning
The rape made the born of a God
Its name is changed into sex and odds

Controlling people under a speech full of mediocrity
Brainless sheep believing men of hypocrisy
Untold truths buried under an altar of fear
Walls of stone won’t take me close to thee

No father!

Angel of light will be my guide
Strength from knowledge left behind
Judged by noble men above me
Foot in shit and praying for flee

Dogmas to refuse
Authority abuse
Imposed truths
I am my own God