I tell you—there is nothing to do but obey—
freedom is an illusion that kills—
everything moves in the vectors of its being—
and when we forget that and go off the rails—
that’s when the hoax of freedom
catches us up in the snares of perfection—
and we are bound tight to our own wreckage—
I tell you—there’s nothing to do but obey
and in that—is freedom…
Content (c) 2008-2013 Philip Milito. All rights reserved.
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