Years of torture lay behind me
Years of pain and humiliation
A disturbed relation between master and slave
A daring mixture of power and devotion
A fight I cannot win
You forced me to inhale, the fatal breath, a spreading disease
A contagion of disdain and resignation


How did it come?
You’ve spitted at me
You’ve made me suffer
You’ve raped me
You’ve wasted me
You’ve made me what I’m
Results of oppression



You left me behind with wounds that won’t heal
Always aching, always bleeding
Surrounded by disgust
The scars remind me what you’ve done
My throat swells, my eyes glow
Deep inside I realize
The blackest incarnation has just begun


How did it come?
You’ve spitted at me
You’ve made me suffer
You’ve raped me
You’ve wasted me
You’ve made me what I’m
Results of oppression



The sheet has turned
The product of your deeds is standing right in front of you
Mighty and tall, I grip the knife
Master!Look, what you’ve done!
Still a puppet on strings
I cannot kill a part of me
I cannot resist against his power
I feel cold steel on my shaking skin
Deliverance is near…


How did it come?
Is this the end?
Results of oppression

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