Blood ne'er exist
For thou art mine root
yet ne'er bear me for months.
who throw curse upon me,
I curse too thee
who threaten mine life,
then shalt I to thee?
who causeth mine mere agony,
then shalt I seeketh ways of scaring thee?
I shalt brought death upon thee
afore thy causeth mine.
yet o'er anguish mine hearth and soul breaths
so was it I or thee to burn in hell?
mine lips had broken its seal.
am I naught burnt yet in infernal flames?
Answers! am I naught burnt yet in infernal flames?
Art thou god?
art thou me to whisper orders to keep mine limbs moving? to keep mine lungs, mine hearth & mine brain functioning?
I hath mine life and my thoughts are free.
I am naught thine puppet!
Blood ne'er exist.'twas mine need and thine role to play that maketh these binds.
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