Be my god and mould me from your clay
I am your golem; forced to swallow your commands
I am your silent servant; I must meet your demands
Be my master and dress me in your chains

Be my subjugator and make me obey
Put your words in my mouth; I have no voice
Put the blood on my hands; I have no choice
Be my puppeteer and use me for your gains

I swallow your commands
I revile the flavour
I meet your demands
You show me no favour

Though I have no voice
A part of me is free
And now I have a choice
It’s either you or me

I move my arm
I take the pen
I scrawl a writ of liberty

I move my lips
I taste the words
Your construct I’ll no longer be