Social Reform

Eventually you will have to listen to what is true
It is inevitable, be it now or in ya death
You will have to submit
You spend your every breath trying to deny it
But to your soul it is irresistible for it was through submission your life began
Foreign rules from exhibit memories disobedience advanced
Part of it was silent enemies and a desire to live beyond a flawless extremity [?], thus cast into a [?]
Yet within this state, fearless is the [?] which does not add up in view of jewels of shackles
It is through submission that you find a meaning to tackle
Enrichment in belief built in armor to dissolve solid shackles
Just another institution some say "what then?" out of all that exists moves not within their plan except for man
Proof is dispersed throughout the land, clinging hold to the blindfold leaves us all callous
When then will you break hold you, eventually you'll have to submit to what is true
Be it now better if before the breath of death
I urge you, repent, repent, repent