I sculpt all these gods
And I craft all these muses
Yet still the design
Of mere mortals
Confuses
Don't know what to do
If each one of them chooses
The course of their own destiny
But then loses
Their self
In a false
Divination
And sight of the light
In their darkest temptation
How can I unmake them
Without bend or break them
For I do not answer
Their prayers
I forsake them
And ask not that they
Construct temples and pillars
To hoist in my image
The banners of killers