Subjugation
Man shoulder that burden,
you are a beast,
here is my whip,
but where is your back,
you tire now so soon,
remember the days,
when I had my say,
got you to work,
in the worst of murk,
Now you are timourous,
and a rebel,
it is there in your eyes,
to a multiple of a treble,
tone it down,
and recognize yourself,
you are my beast,
to say the least.
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