Flowers on Chains

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When reading "The God Delusion", the ghosts disappear,
Shallow inches of doubt become bright and sincere.

Makes you jump a bit higher and notice,
The distortion of light, so mild and focused,
Presents you a truth, seen only as wicked and punished.

Eager young eyes feasting on letters,
Turning dim stars into close helpers.
Dashing through miles of courageous statements,
Mind is becoming free and relentless.

Rust induced cracks on medieval chains gather -
Through the years they will hopefully shatter.
Will it deny the illusion of ages,
And replace it with something greater than ancient myths of sages?

Pluck the flowers from your restraints,
Save the chains for someone who doesn't doubt slaves.
Raise your voice against repetition,
Fight for freedom and mock all superstition.

A pen for the blind,
A rock for the wise:
It is how this illusion grew to be so powerful and sly,
And the death of potential makes my soul cry.


Haroldas Poderskis 2007
Flowers on Chains
Kaunas, Lithuania
Location: Kaunas, Lithuania

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