I hang suspended by the strings of your truths
A puppet of your words
I find solace in the ramblings you share
Having no thoughts of my own
A blind meek sheep following a pseudo intelligent shepherd
As far as I can tell
Blasphemy will never drip from your lips
You lead me to the golden light
That inevitably leads to a dungeon
Where penance is paid for being led
I try to repent using a worn out cliche
“He led me to this!”
Ignorance is non the excuse
I should have worked my own mind
Toiled in the pages of books
Sought my own conclusion
At least then……………
My penance would be fair.
Led By The Power Of Word
