Why do people blindly believe
Without questioning anything,
Why do they follow just like sheep
As is if walking in their sleep,
They follow always obeying
They seem to love complying,
They buy into the lying,
Why I ask it’s death defyingly
Unbelievably sad and so naive,
And a surrender of the free will
That’s been given to both you and me.
fauxcroft 
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