They banned your body, your pleasure, your truth. Not because it’s obscene — but 'cause it isn’t theirs. You don't offend them. You expose their shame. They scream “protect the children” while they defund sex ed, Cut condoms from the budget, shame what you do in bed. They ban the porn, block the sites, blacklist the clicks— Then log in after dark for their nightly fix. They track your clicks, demand control— Your body's not yours. It’s on parole. Ban it, then beg for it. Preach it, then search. They legislate shame to escape their own church. You can’t scrub the sin from your blackened soul, You're punishing the world for what you can’t control. Red states scream "degenerate!"—but search “trans” by night, Drool over what they criminalize when they’re not in the light. The louder the sermon, the dirtier the file, And Graham logs in with a burner and a smile. (Hey "Leslie"!) Purity rings crack, abstinence fails, But guilt still sells — and shame still jails. You say it’s sin — but we know it’s fear. Not of sex… But of what becomes clear You say it's sin—but sin feels free. You hate the parts you want to be. They want a world where love is owned, It's time for them to be overthrown. They call it a sickness — but it’s just projection. Every ban, every law, shows off their favorite section. You fear our freedom because you never had yours. So you chain us up while your shame still pours. You can’t kill desire — you just make it twisted. Your morality’s rotten. But your fantasy’s listed. Ban it, then beg for it. Hide it, then preach. Crucify pleasure while you grovel and leech. Flag-wrapped repression, bible-thumping rage— But the real filth’s hiding in your incognito page. You don't protect anyone. You don’t defend purity. You legislate your search history And call it virtue. But no firewall saves you from the truth: You fear us Because we’re not afraid of ourselves. They’re not protecting children. They’re not defending values. They’re punishing the mirror for showing them what they want — and can’t admit.
