As a sculptor I create
my own art and beauty
Like blind, trusting only my imagination
- shape and the idea.
A child born in my mind.

Once a shapeless mass
became a deity in my own image
The only waypoint in this
meaningless existence

Thousands fall before it
Millions cripple
Hundreds die in its name

In the name of my creation
all obey
None resist
This overgrowing dogma inflicts
the minds of deaf and anxious puppets.

Perfect design

Thousands fall before it
Millions cripple
Hundreds die in its name
A perfect shape of a new golden calf
My blind shot's creation

Perfect design

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