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               I was taught not to think by those

                         who did not think

 that I could think because

              they never thought

 in their own hearts

believing that what they

            were told was accurately

sound and bound

   through the mining of my mind

I discovered and found

         the unused portion of my brain

breaking the chains that shackled me to

        the memories of tall, told, tales

for centuries reckoning

     traditional births from mindfux

suppressing like a tonnage press

           "CHILD HUSH"

            spoken by good old religious folks

   though I raised my hand to speak

             I was told let the preacher, preach

   I was not allowed to vote

     my 2 cent lay in the collection plate

the amount paid for what I prayed

      dating back to BC

Before Crack

           now ponder on that

     snagger toothed

in a confession booth

    it wasn't wine

it was juice

   I threw in the towel

called a truce

        this is some bull

now where's the truth