Thirty One.

Consider,
   for a moment,
The plight of the
               majority.
Woefully oppressed,
For wearing hatred
               on their vest.

Reject,
   for a moment,
A belief in
         superstition.
Fearful extradition
Of lively worldly
                pleasures.

Enter,
   for a moment,
The mind of those
                   in power.
Fearfully towered
  Over those with
                      lives.

Deny,
   for a moment,
The truths your mother
                            told you
Regarding moralism
    and what you should
        and shouldn't do.

Abolish
   for a moment,
All hope in absolutes
                   and truths.
Realising simply
          The only truths 
                   are fictions

Accept,
   for an instant,
   You are who you
             want to be.
And then you'll
     touch the fire.
And then you will
              be free.

The End

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