Just writing.

[blindgod]

Maybe some day I'll decide to finish, maybe not.

And their words pierce through my soul like rusted chains.
binding my fate to their flawed views of my imperfections.
bound by the rope taken from the path of misdirection.
and the verdict is unmistakable
and your crimes are found in darkness
and the sentence is incapable.

And their minds are set in stone.
their belief of knowing the unknown
of familiarity with the unfamiliar.
a so-called expert of the peculiar.
A wall built by your ignorance
from this scrutiny is their no deliverance?