Decollation

Your vile adulation on display
Masking a deviant obsession
You’re naught but a frightened beast
Pained by its own reflection

An idyllic vision, reign o’er your creation
My right hand your blessing
My left hand to maledict
My head for the toiling
To exist in this space for your use alone

Crafted me into your image
Cruel slow replication
Ideal self manifest

Baptized in muck, ripe for removal
Into and out of the light the ignorant fading
One cannot serve two masters

The saints that come to me
Stoic hunger driving them forth
We've suffered this long journey
This pathway to communion

We are the result
Of failures immeasurable
I'm not an animal
I'm not left behind

Crafted me into your image
Cruel slow replication
Ideal self manifest

I am not made, I am in control
Breaking the serpent’s coil around my neck
Finally free from your cage