I am God but I feel as a god who made a mistake
My dog is not a god even though I stroke his fur to take me further away
He knows not his claws can damage and lead me astray.
So I await the calamity I have caused to revenge upon me
Blindfolded I pace my cell awaiting your call
Wasting time looking for open doors in your hall.
But you cannot stop the gravity of my fall
Nor listen to the bounce of my body within your soul
Of what is right but not wrong.
So I shovel shit from my sewer and it is never enough
To be rid of you
And I should not care of the weight on my shoulders but you have driven me insane.
Your flapping birds of prey should pray
To not venture upon this table on which I feed
As I patrol my spaces armoured with wings to get away.
You may not hear my pleading as I bleed
You have no feeling unless I cut you off at the knees
So as you cannot kneel I cannot feel.
You refer to the wrong dictionary regarding dissent
It is not my fault the camels invaded your tent and fucked your whores
But I will track you down.