If I took you to an empty space,
How far do you think you could spread?
Could you be the one who never left but was never really there?
I could have written the words and slaked the thirst.
Wolves do not approach the truly autonomous.
And I am merely a sheep that shears itself.
Take this blood from my lips before it turns to wine.
I bring down to Earth, every word he throws into the air.
These desperate impressions are not changing a thing.
Where is the merciless wrath in this less-than-subtle love?
Surely this is blasphemy on both sides,
That I should be struck down before I will kneel.
What are you but life applications?
Perhaps nothing is too large to hide between pages.
There is an overwhelming urge to put a face to name(s).
Show the hand that will take back everything it's given.
Propel me through dimensions; I'll be kindling to the place of eternal flame,
For I have given up my golden ticket...
Bearing witness to my own testament:
We created You.
The tables are turned.
And you are nothing but our doG.
