Free but not free?

Jumping up and down
The freed prisoner is in ecstasy of his new found liberty
Running down mercy street
From the dungeons of hell
That has held him captive since birth
He finally gets home
 His rest place
In the citadel of love
Off perfection way
House no 5, grace close
The master of the house stands at the gate waiting
he runs into His embrace of peace
The bliss of His joy
Its the same Man that advocated his release
Now the Master and Father of his new home
After a while in this freedom
Purified and sanctified by The word
An august visitor is to be expected
The Master is away but present
Far but very near
The visitor comes in
A wig on his head
With a black overall
Looking smart with a book in his hands
"Barrister all-knowing"
Says the tag on the left part of his breast pocket
 "I have come to prove that you are in bondage"
he says with confidence and a persuading smile.
The visited decides to give him a listening ear
 Though his heart kicks against it
he then begins a sweet fable
How the ex-convict was bought from jail only to be put in a worse captivity
How the home keeps him away from friends and family
"You locked up all day here and you call that freedom?"
"They are so much pleasures outside that door yet you stay confined?"
 "Your talents and gifts are not been utilized,the outside needs to feel you"
"You have been brainwashed, behaving like an extremist"
The visitor goes on talking and "proving his case"
The folly here is the listening ear
This speech should not have been entertained
He is soon carried away by the promises of this eloquent visitor
The lawyer shows him outside
"See the new fashion, chains and shackles. That's what your mates are wearing"
"Let's take a stroll so you can experience fresh air"
Out of his overall, he brings out the "fashion chains" and offer them to the freed prisoner.
Putting them on
 The pretty necklaces of pre-marital sex,
chains of false freedom
Shackles of false love
Bangles of ambition outside Gods will
He is led outside by this cunning advocate
After being led a while
 He recognizes the face of this lawyer
It is his old chief prison warder
He remembers the road being tread
It leads back to that old dungeon
Now he understands what his beloved Master meant when He said "flee all apperances of evil".