Iron bonds that held my mind
From ages past, since our dawn
To obey decrees for reasons blind
Driving me to skies forlorn

Texts revered, meaningless chants
Full of lies, but still it grants
Virtues high to beings unknown
To whom I pray in halls of stone

Might it grants to the well-endowed
To bulk up more, in contrast
The spoken words, to heave the bowed
To end their woes, long at last

Several cracks, scattered along
The walls of man, fragments among
The thoughts of men, enrooted through
Lines senile, by cues untrue

And yet they pledge to bring us all
Under a hearth, for us to pause
Like a storm that breaks the hall
Can't restore, it is the cause

It restricts my thoughts to reach
The truth utmost, for they breach
Rules divine, for they command
Belief in laws with baseless stand

Gloom has spread from the sprawling hill
A cloud of shadows upon our land
Through the text that preaches still
'Grace of divine that still withstand'

And thus I beg, let me say
Winds that keep the leaves away
That let's the stock to run amok
Will eventually lead them astray.