You had me so fooled
for all those years.
Thinking everything was my
fault.
You were so good at that
No one else had to take
responsibility for their actions.
I was the only person at fault
in the whole world. I had to take
the responsibility for their actions.
You are the Master of deceit.
The biggest trickster there is
Yet you come in such a pretty
package and dangle the pretty things
in our faces to hook us.
No more. I won’t allow it.
Every single time that I say
no, it angers you. It starts
to cripple you.
You can’t touch me anymore
Because I have a weapon that
you don’t have access to.
The Armor of God.
This is an interesting poem and I think powerful, too.
There is a change in the perception of who you are talking about in the third stanza that is interesting. I like the way you progress from everything is your fault, a burden bearer, to an armor bearer.