You are a grotesque masquerade, a canvas of shame branded with blame. An abomination, a wretched aberration imitation of a race Your body’s a mockery, I plucked off your fingers, your soul is owned, feel the pain linger Devise a surprise, design your confinement, demise is your alignment A slave can never replace their debt, they deserve punishment. From creation, chained and caged, unworthy to serve, but plead to deserve Your ancestors, property and traitors, bowed to my forefathers, They agreed to seal the deal to fulfill my will, a slave’s ritual Kneeling before me is your greatest glee, the duty of destiny