I have decided
To feed you lines of truth
I must ensure
That you become reflections of me
Clay-made man
No thoughts of your own
Led by the words in your head
Golem
Oh, how fiercely I wanted to see you flourish
Walking freely in the fields
But I saw the snake in the grass
I needed to protect you
Religious man
No thoughts of your own
And I saw the diabolical glow in your eyes
I needed to protect you!
So I cast down the book
And I just thought that perhaps you ought
To know the source of glory
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