Bent to Please
I'd like to control my fate
hold my body as covenant
between the breath that’s my grace
and the path I've yet to take
this was my plan at day's start
if only this could come to pass
dominion of my own flesh
ends at rules made from high.
The overlords will have their say
edicts sent from citadels
with no regard except for those
who think the same or give their vote
power gained is life fulfilled
by bank account or spirit chest
held in chains to their own
scribbling laws in demon blood.
The rules are forged at hammer's end
on the anvil of victim's flesh
slight discomfort may result
I'm assured it's for the best
all the angels will concede
that dogma asks for nothing less
than harshest laws that should curtail
my ugly freedoms the Lords deplore.
Never mind the blood and screams
we're deluded in own shame
when highest virtue is applied
for the good of paradise
disparity marks my shattered life
I’ve become the distant speck
with no fate except my own
bent to please the overlords.
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