Mindless Sheep

November 1, 2011
Mindless Sheep

The One who made the rules keeps them,
He alone passed his own test.
Incapable of being like him,
We are damned with all the rest.
We, created sick and hurting,
Are commanded to be well.
“Repair your inherent flaws
Or forever burn in Hell.”
What a sick game we are playing,
Doomed from before the start.
“Kill off what makes you unique,
Become a mindless pawn at heart”
That’s how you can save your soul:
Trade away your passions gold.
Trim yourself with cookie-cutter,
Be conformed to that plain mold.

Tell me what capable Creator
Chooses to make damaged goods?
His holiness was just too great
To allow us in his neighborhood.
But he still loves us all the same,
Knows each one by his full name,
Keeps track of every time we fail
And records in his Book of Blame.

He demands perfection from imperfect people,
Created us lame and then told us to walk.
“If you just spend your life under a steeple,
On your knees and to God alone you talk—“
But what about the passions and burning desires,
The very things that make life worth living?
“Cast away personality to the fires,
And be thankful for a God so giving.”

Mindless sheep go to the slaughter,
So completely unaware
The very shepherd that leads them
Eats their meat and fur will wear.

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SophiaCross said...
Nov. 18, 2011 at 8:01 pm
I love this...it makes such a good point. And of course it's a touchy subject, but it needs to be said.
LizzetteLovesThem said...
Nov. 4, 2011 at 8:57 pm

I should give you a high five for writing this . .

This speaks out purttyy good.


XxMidnightKissxX said...
Nov. 4, 2011 at 2:32 pm
I LOVE this! I really like your imagery. Keep writing!
harringtontw said...
Nov. 2, 2011 at 10:41 pm
Damn good stuff.  Love it.
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