A Semi-Rhythmic Collection Of Thoughts

Somewhere, I pray, there lies a place,
For souls confused, angry and tormented,
An ancient haven, made with god-like grace,
Where one can ammend failings and wrongs,
Bare their spirit and become the forgiven,
Black dirt on our wings being wiped away clean,
But until our time comes, things aren't as they seem,
When those with the power try to make us believe,
Goals and dreams they lack the capacity to achieve,
Pointing their fingers, dictating how to proceed,
Molding our minds so subtly there's never a fuss,
To follow the plan they stole to enslave us,
Our thoughts held back by what is religious,
By what is proper and 'correct', these guidelines, and rules,
Enforced by those blind to all they don't know,
Those who object are seen just as fools,
With our potential unattainable we're unable to grow,
Pompous asses damn our lives, driven by hate,
Too stuck in their ways to even begin to relate,
Most people too closed-minded to even try and debate,
Just showing anger, becoming pissed and irate,
Crying wolf before we even begin to demonstrate,
Fabricating falsities that are believed without question,
Simply because they are older, smooth with velvet rhetoric,
It's funny, though, because we take them as lessons,
Power comes with the knowledge and we know how they tick,
So go ahead, stoop to insults, threats and boasts,
Believing inside when they end up as a ghost,
That this is their right, but soon this will end,
When they realize the weakness of a mind that won't bend,
Refusing and unable to tolerate, accept and understand,
Wielding prejudices and arrogance with mind and hand,
We cannot yet fight them, so we must dodge and retreat,
To the depths of our minds, an unbreachable sanctuary,
A perfect escape to relax and breathe,
Until those who harass us pack up and leave,
Giving to us freedom and motivation to once again grow,
But despite all the hardships, we irrefutably know,
When the story is over, on the Judgement Day,
They, not those they condemn, will be seen as the fallen,
Listen to these words, as you kneel down to pray,
And hope that which is Almighty takes mercy,
As the Earth is cleansed and night turns to day,
Perhaps salvation will come for you, perhaps you're to rot,
No one alive can tell you for sure,
But it's undeniable that the way they act is blacker than black,
Imposing thoughts and beliefs, it's an attack,
More like immoral, humanly wrong,
All we can do for the souls of the ignorant,
Is hope for the change 'fore we're all gone,
Change for the better, whatever we can...

And remain forever dilligent.