Hour 10: Self-Made Golem

Be my god and mould me from your clay

I am your golem; forced to swallow your commands

I am your silent servant; I must meet your demands

Be my master and dress me in your chains

 

Be my subjugator and make me obey

Put your words in my mouth; I have no voice

Put the blood on my hands; I have no choice

Be my puppeteer and use me for your gains

 

I swallow your commands

I revile the flavour

I meet your demands

You show me no favour

 

Though I have no voice

A part of me is free

And now I have a choice

It’s either you or me

 

I move my arm

I take the pen

I scrawl a writ of liberty

 

I move my lips

I taste the words

Your construct I’ll no longer be 

The End

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