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Greek Boundaries - Yorktown Disciple
Hermes, God of Boundaries,
Liquidator of thieves.
I must place boundaries on my soul,
And fence in my wanton will.
I cannot allow my thoughts to roam
Or allow depraved greed to spill.
I must cast a net to contain inspiration;
Anchor happiness to a superficial shoal.
I must freeze any movement of consecration
and fill the universe with sorrow so whole.
I am not deserving of any freedom.
I see the world without escape.
I must enslave my conscience
To a notion that is nailed to a cross of hate.
These boundaries were churlishly divined,
Long before I could wrestle with ignorance,
The prison the Hoarders built to hold my pity,
Is lined with a treacherous barbed wire fence.
I will take this path, it's all I know.
I will walk with shackles 'till dusk.
And when rationed daylight breaks
My body and my god will be turned to dust.