Slave Master or Master Slave
You are my father and I, your son.
If you send me somewhere, I will go without a second thought nor doubt your judgment.
If you demand, or ask something from me, then I shall give it to you. Considering that the thing in question is under my possession at the required time.
However, choosing and making final decisions for me means that I have become a slave and not a son. Thus, you have taken away that free-will which belongs to every individual. Or, that blessing which the Creator blessed me with; from the very beginning of the creation.
I can give up all the worldly possessions that are under my control, but never when it comes to taking away my free-will. Therefore, I wish to remain as a son to you and not a slave.
I will not trust nor allow my soul to be taken for granted, and humiliated to such a level of not making up my own choice. No man should become a master over another. Simply, because every slave must have a master, but a son needs only a father in life. Nothing more and nothing less!
His Highness met me at the door.
There was food in his bowl but he wanted more.
He could see the paw print picture below
so I was obviously trying to kill him, you know.
He owns the house, just so you're aware ,
and nothing's off limits, no couch or chair.
He's still a kitten, not full grown yet.
But he's sure the bossiest thing I've met.
When I sit down he snuggles like a bug
and I am , of course, his favourite rug.
This master/slave relationship that we've got
works for us because I love him a lot.
not so long ago
the world know
we were just a wave
as the master slave
we in the good stuff
moving from dust
it still a fight for rights
and fess
think god tho its been hard
WE'RE
MOVING UP
I'm in a daze
I'm in a haze
Deep inside your mind
Torturing your every thought
Ceasing your memories
Filtering your existence
Holding you back, you cant move
Bark
You are my slave, my animal, mine
I own you
Every time you take me in
I'm your addiction
I Love it
Bondage to a master, Slave to slavery
You scream but no one hears you
Your insides are crawling with bugs, but no one sees
I will eat them I will destroy you
From the depths of hell
cry, no hope
no salvation
I'll drain your spirit with every hit you take
every lick I take
I hate you
I will eat your pretty little flesh, sweet angel
Your soul is what im after
I'll take with such laughter
It's me the devil call me master
Live as others see,
just what it is we do
Uncomplicated so to speak,
Superficial surface, simple rules
unfolding actions
Genuflecting before the holy altar
Or living the life provided
But there is the backgrounder
The arbiter, arbitrator of who we are
Giving opinions, comments
On every lasting moment
Final liable depending on circumstances
That we don’t necessarily agree to see
Directs us to those actions
might puzzle even on lookers
The final ruler, the master slave
Who lives deep down, lives so far down
No one knows from country which
Only guess at his (hers) presence
Involved in more, much more
Then you would ever guess
Smoke reveals flame, spring needs rain
The presence shapes the flowing current
And talks tales to the tiller,
A stronger voice when seas’ in turmoil
Surprisingly directed seemingly
unthoughtful actions
To those who stand and stare
Surprising mostly to ourselves
Unfamiliar with the master slave
Who lives so far below.
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