Her mind, a battlefield of dogma and strife, As they wielded religion as a weapon, slicing her life. The doctrines that bound her, a prison of pain, Inflicting wounds upon her, again and again.

They preached of salvation, but offered only scorn, For she dared to question, her spirit torn. Her doubts branded as blasphemy, her thoughts defiled, In the name of faith, her spirit they defiled.

They stripped her of autonomy, her choices denied, Forcing her to conform, her true self crucified. Each prayer, a painful reminder of her captivity, A constant reminder of her lost serenity.