I am a slave One with many masters To whom I wish Only the horrors Which I have suffered No names are quaint Or quite as often As the whip of the tongue When it means to bother I am a slave Born not to crave The illusions that you offered How brilliant a disguise You brought me, my brother I am a slave But to your surprise Not to you.. I am my own And chose not to offer And for that I take with it The slays from your lips So quick to trip From your lies and slips So slave may I be But only and until it be not my bother One day I will be free To turn my cell into pother
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