Feelings of a Worshipper
2022. 09. 16. 11:36 | Published: 585x
I was born with a curse,
But it could have been worse.
Lucky for me, my soul is right,
And for that, I must fight.
I know my place, even as an abomination
And I have an endless supply of dedication.
Loyalty and servitude is what I give
Because kneeling in front of you is a relief.
Kissing your feet, is what is right
After you beat me up, with all your might.
I feel love when you spit in my mouth
That heals up all my starvation of drought.
I am a worthless inferior
And you are obviously a Superior
Just as nature's order made it right
And that's all, that I love.
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