Distorted, contorted to persuade
Look this way, no that,
But not here nor there.
Controlled, captivated.
The captives see, repeat what they’re told.
Don’t think, just speak
Don’t breathe nor be.
Be me. Be me.
Not you.
See what I see.
I cant be me unless you’re me.
How could I stand on my own feet?
Control til the children don’t breathe.
To be more than men.
Desiring to be Gods,
They sneak in when the children sleep.
And in the words they speak
They speak falsely.
Because in the words they speak,
They say “there’s only one way to God
And the only way is through me.”
Fear stricken into the hearts of many
By those men,
Men molded to be more than intended.
Are they themselves not graven images?
Where do they stand with their laws,
Beliefs their practices?
His highest law is
“There is only me.”
They only seek to serve themselves.
They live by the sword
And they lead into captivity.
Have their souls been sold?
It’s hard not to laugh
When you see they’re controlled.
Men pretending to be more than.  Hovering.
Is it too much to ask.
I wish more people would come down,
Plant their feet in the ground,
And laugh at the clouds with me.