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.