by Nick Gisburne
Your spirit is an asset of the state
By order of the court, you are possessed
A surgeon will extract and terminate
The questionable thoughts your mind confessed
How pitiful the common people are
Unable to exist without control
A forcibly injected mental scar
Will confiscate the title to your soul
The treatment is effective and robust
All deviant emotions will be lost
Your government is caring, kind, and just
But chaos must be cleansed at any cost
Beyond the grave this ruling will apply
A sentence even death cannot defy
