They sell us a belief of choice
But where is the choice
When the only voice
Is a construct by and aged old system
Out of date and lacking distinction
And though it acts like it has conviction
It repeats the same old restrictions
Limiting our freedom through guilt and fear
Protecting an establishment it holds dear
This choice is a delusional dream
Based around a controlling theme
That manipulates both you and me.
fauxcroft 
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