I robbed myself of my motivation
I was the individual with the ski mask
I pressed the glock .9 against the tellers temple
While she prayed to god, I counted the devil for my greed turned into an evil deception of my own moral ambiguity
What I thought was a righteous path was truly an everlasting darkness littered with my decayed convictions
subliminal messages pierced my mental processes controlling me like a lamb to the slaughter
As my hand gripped the trigger I thought to myself
Who am I doing this for?
Who do I live for?
As I cut the cash silently like the a surgeons incision, my mind was running circles like clockwork
Time was my mistress, ironically stringing me along, deceiving me to believe that I was the puppet master
With no strings attached I remained untethered, oblivious to my own reality
All along I thought I was the king
However, just as the sheep follows the Shepard I became a cog without cognition