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Years of torture lay behind me

Years of pain and humiliation

A disturbed relation between master and slave

A daring mixture of power and devotion

A fight I cannot win

You forced me to inhale, the fatal breath, a spreading disease

A contagion of disdain and resignation



Refrain

How did it come?

You’ve spitted at me

You’ve made me suffer

You’ve raped me

You’ve wasted me

You’ve made me what I’m

Results of oppression



You left me behind with wounds that won’t heal

Always aching, always bleeding

Surrounded by disgust

The scars remind me what you’ve done

My throat swells, my eyes glow

Deep inside I realize

The blackest incarnation has just begun



Refrain



The sheet has turned

The product of your deeds is standing right in front of you

Mighty and tall, I grip the knife

Master!Look, what you’ve done!

Still a puppet on strings

I cannot kill a part of me

I cannot resist against his power

I feel cold steel on my shaking skin

Deliverance is near…



How did it come?

Is this the end?

Results of oppression



© by Fabian A.