When you’re forced into anonymity,
Your soul becomes an amputee,
You’re stuck with your depravity,
You cringe at the thought of being free…
Honesty…it frightens you.
Truth can’t live where falsehoods grew,
You can’t recall the lies you spewed,
Your cowardice? …It’s a hidden tattoo.
So you strike the match and fan the smoke,
Can’t speak the words you should have spoke,
You try to breathe but only choke.
Your mind is dying, spirit broke.
So lock your chains and lose the key,
Release control and be at “peace”,
You are not the honoree,
Now face your Master on bended knee.