Moulded

by

Sekhem Psikor Strecker

See me walk in the opposite direction;
They are raindrops in my eyes
The mists are the words I degenerate
That is speech within my cry
Watch me look in another direction
i.e. away from the sight of you
I know I am greatly different
Why didn't He make me like you?

I want to be moulded
In the image of God
Like you
I want to be perfect
In the scenes of Eden
Like you
I want to be a reflection
Of the Higher
The Holy
The Faith
I want to be like you
The superior race

Tell me to go your way or no way
Force me to my demise
Point me towards the direction of conformity
Fill me up with all your lies
Take away the individual
Replace with a robot with no belief
Sink my only self-esteem
Reflect the high to down beneath

I want to be moulded
In the image of God
Like you
I want to be perfect
In the scenes of Eden
Like you
I want to be a reflection
Of the Higher
The Holy
The Faith
I want to be like you
The superior race

And when you are finished dancing
Send me on my way
Teach me the song of restriction
So I may sing it one day
To the souls who were like me once
To the souls that live a life
They all want to be like me like you
With their arteries cut with a knife

I want to be moulded
Oh I want to be moulded
God?

I want to be moulded
In the image of God
Like you
I want to be perfect
In the scenes of Eden
Like you
I want to be a reflection
Of the Higher
The Holy
The Faith
I want to be like you
The superior race

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by: John William McGrath III
from: Mesa, AZ, US

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