Without a Crown
Without a Crown
Storms shutter the minds of men.
There may be changes this season.
To believe is tantamount to treason.
Those in control look for a reason
To force the flock to follow the old.
Souls are easily bought or sold, and
The bodies are put into the filling fold,
Imprisoned to think they are chosen
To work for those others in control.
Believers say walls will crumble down,
And a new savior will emerge, one
Who will lead without a crown.
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