Oh, why did God and his flock have to forsake me when I was at my most vulnerable hour ?
I've become a maze full of unconnected stars.
My night is full of gods, great and small, that never meet.
God wants slaves and sheep, I'm neither.
And I'm not a master either: I refuse to be served. Helped, yes, with a fair compensation. But served, never !
And I don't want more death and destruction but my own - though not before I've quenched my curiosity, and as long as I can tolerate this broken machine that once was an almost able body.