Golem - 1349

I have decided

To feed you lines of truth

I must ensure

That you become reflections of me

Clay-made man

No thoughts of your own

Led by the words in your head

Golem

Oh, how fiercely I wanted to see you flourish

Walking freely in the fields

But I saw the snake in the grass

I needed to protect you

Religious man

No thoughts of your own

And I saw the diabolical glow in your eyes

I needed to protect you!

So I cast down the book

And I just thought that perhaps you ought

To know the source of glory