My Dogma is on a leash.
I keep it close by in case anyone gets too close.
I dont let it stray too far from sight.
It gives me self-(righteous..)worth and a means of protection from those opposing me.

My Dogma barks when contradicted.
Or maybe its just channeling me.
Because i want to control it; it serves me!
But this Dogma was never meant as an attack dog, it was meant for love and affection.
To serve people and to make love known.
To cuddle and comfort so grace may be shown.
But it was also meant for correction,protection and guidance.
Do i care?
A BIG, RESOUNDING NO!
i scoff!
My heart hardens like concrete i seek my own ends and nothing more!
Truth is though, i started off on the right foot,so to speak..
I was seeking joy,truth and acceptance.
I learned the love of God.
Joy and his spirit embraced my heart.
Than knowledge went to my head.
Pride swallowed me up like a meteor through a black hole.
Love faded.
And i let it happen.

But slowly i noticed a change after all these years.

My Dogma didnt like being chained up.
My Dogma didnt like being put on a leash and dragged around.
My dogma didnt like being controlled and told what to do.
My dogma didnt like being pushed around and used against people.
My dogma didnt like being abused misused and taken credit for.
My dogma started to growl...at ME!

WAIT,WHY'S THIS HAPPENING?
WHY'S IT TURNING ON ME?
I'M SORRY,I'll CHANGE I'll..!
wait....OH NO!
MY DOGMAS STARING THROUGH MY SOUL!
IT'S LEAPT ON ME!
I DIDN'T EVEN SEE IT COMING!
IT'S OVERPOWERING ME AND PUSHING ME TO THE GROUND!
IT'S HOLDING ME DOWN!
HELP!
I CAN'T MOVE!
OUCH!...

MY DOGMA BIT ME!

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