Wrestling With Fate

Dec 15, 2008 20:42

Wrestling With Fate

You bought me up:
indoctinated me
to follow a map
preset by tradition.

Your ideology
is darkened by
the sayings of
the wise bankers,

When I try to follow
your map,
I see
endless suffering:

Eternal Punishment,
for all who are
Innocent of Sin,
Everlasting Despair.

So I blink my eyes,
remove the plank
you blinded me with,
and survey the territory.

I can always grow
backwards like Merlin,
but not if my soul
was lost to machines.

So step by step,
day by day,
week by week,
moon to moon,

I lead myself,
with the light
by my feet
in life,

Away from the
sweets you promised
if I crept around
on your battlefields.

poem, druggle

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