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| A whole lifetime to this thing and have never changed, this isn't a role I've assumed or a character I play. No need for the sub culture to feel a part of, just the submissive ones to show what a heart does. A muscle, a valve, it pumps blood and only feels pleasure or pain by the minds judge. My existence was forged, it isn't wavering nor negotiable. As for your place, it is to serve as your instructed, follow commands and obey my demands or accept the discipline and be punished. This may be the life you've chosen or the natural essence of your being, none of these matter as who you are prior to our union is to be detached from what you will become.
Slowly I breath as I stare across this panoramic view and all that I see
Nothing but the stuttering echoes of the shattered existence they lead
Falling to their knees, arms stretched to the sky begging "oh lord please" as if such a deity would allow for all that's godless we see
Despite all mankind's dogma, still I feel nothing and I do not believe
If true he exists then they have been forsaken it seems
Having paid full price on the front for a lifetime of evil deeds
Their sentence has been received yet still remains a chance to change their plea from not guilty to no contest and perhaps you'll finally be free if your honor agrees and the courts be pleased assemble a panel of your peers and by all means proceed down the path of excess only to find your palace of wisdom is built of broken pipe dreams and the weakness behind them begins to bleed the pain from their brains through their veins only to be seen upon your sleeve, that life seems such a travesty spun so tight in a web yet yearning to be freed then know who you were must die for you to finally see
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