I raise my finger, Sir!
I point upwards,
great vengeance and furious anger are
the threats you have lain,
and yet, I stand here, undeterred,
poorly whelmed,
defiant to my last,
for we have been abandoned!

You dared impose this wilful passion,
cursed us for diverging roads,
punished for living to ourselves,
all while hiding,
cowering away,
this absentee parent, with grandiose claims
of concerts and toys and love
snatched, ignored, discarded,
left to endure.

Questioning via microscope directed
internally we fail all tests,
primordially rigged,
living with defeat,
a faith cloaked by an emperor,
this mental slavery I defy!
I see past your ancient gap,
your empty void where starlight falls,
I am no servant.