In the confines of my religion there is little space
No room for love, yet plenty for hate
In the confines of my religion there is no tolerance, no grace, no peace
Cold, calloused, and mercenary
Murky windows resemble cloud cover, thick as night
Walls dark and dank covered with mold and mildew
Rust, rust that slowly eats away at the bars, as time spent within slowly eats away at my soul
Welcome to the prison of my religion