Bow from Pareidolia by Arcane-Gel

I once fired arrows, with Giallo anonymity
You could barely limit me or my endless possibilities

But that very same liberty, has strangled that infinity
Figure eight hands have bereft me of will, you see

Romance has a deathbed and lust has its motives
I've always pulled those puppet strings, overhead

Sacrifice won't suffice, I care not if that goat is dead
For your meridian, you simians you owe a debt

You see, my godly prod of that first salacious domino
Conjures something primal bringing corresponding bodies close

I need not spell out, what then unfolds
Divine is that firework display, no subtle show

I create, so you can procreate
I am more than desire, affection and the toll it takes

Pleasure has restrictions and boredom has become me
Lest you forget, I wield the power to redefine what love means


So for now I walk this earth as a shell bereft of purpose
You should thank me for my service, yet you saw me as servant

So I've slipped inside a meat suit, a mingle with recipients
No wonder your gods left you, what a poor excuse for minions

I had given you a spark that could realign your chemistry
You marketed that notion, traded in my reverie

I configured 9 cloud to bow or sit
In unison, we’ve fallen out of it

A sudden rush of feelings hit, razors on new flesh
Doubts, fear, impulses, I cannot put to rest

I once condoled your vulnerable, now it vibrates every fibre
If I return, I’ve questions to present to your designer

Everything's so bright and loud it's shattering my sanity
Forsaken by my vanity, befallen to a tragedy

Conditioning to humanoid, the curse of the insatiable
Fallen from existence now, landed where the vagrants crawl

This brotherhood of lost souls, praying to a poison strain
I pushed it through my veins, it muffled all this noise and pain

How can such divinity be handmade
Only once the rot set in did I see masquerade

In the absence of a ritual, no flag at half mast
Just clarity, poetic in sluggish last gasp

And in my final moments, notions hit me in its split
I truly must have loved you to have had this gift to give

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