Your greatest beauty is your only flaw;

An intentional imperfection

Inflicted upon you by your very maker.

It was the penalty for remaining silent,

Or perhaps a failed cure for muteness,

But you were never meant to speak.

You are merely a figurehead;

A lifeless incarnation of an earthly mortal,

And not even he was the true lawgiver.

The slated tablets which he carried

Have simply been inscribed in stone yet again.