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A tyrannical monster
Guided by his desires
Never by his conscience
No origin of empathy 
The machine was 
Never born
Like the tin man
He has no heart
With which to love
Anyone but himself
Delusions of Grandeur
He feels entitled 
To all the treasures and
Pleasures he can find
Walking on the bellies
Of the infants
That he has bitten
He hides his misdeeds
Stroking his ace 
He satisfies himself
By listening to
My tormented screams
Now hungry again
To deceive another
One he perceives 
As being weak

Restless, bored
Craving stimulation
Starved for the thrill
He goes for the kill
That will sustain 
His own survival

I am his piano
Making his music 
By thumping 
On my keys
Ebony or ivory
It doesn't matter
As long as he
Bruises my soul
Rocking vibrations 
From the melody
In which you play
Shakes me violently
Like an earthquake
So deadly, So sadistic
He is the embodiment of evil
Domination, Humiliation
Just a tool
For destruction
You castrated
My pedals with
Your ferocious foot
I used to believe
You came here
Because you loved
The comfort of my bench
No longer blind, Now I see
That I was just an
Instrument that you played
To feed your diabolical mind
Another soulless sociopath
Looking for his next fix

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