Enslaved

the thoughts of a slave

Marked by my master, forever his servent. I pray for death to come and take e away, but insyead recieve the gift of another day. The sun beats down apon me as his whip breaks my skin,then I hear the welcome sound of my demon kin. They did ot come to rescue me, instead they come to say. You are weak, and you shall me our new slave this day. I shall exact my revenge. For it is you who will call me master and you who will be enslaved. 

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[DRD]

I Wrote this during history class when I read about how when the Persians were taking the people of the land the conquered and made them slaves.