Slave

thou dwelst amongst blue bloods—these scorpions! with stings shredding skins, breaking bones, the scourging burdens of Egpyt.

turmoil for a people exiled, captive to predespositions of our forefathers,

a people dying in desert lands,

enriching Babylon.

and you chose your master,

the phantom of your dreams, inebted to wanton needs of this suit yoking your essence.

it's grief of mind and sighs for sure damnation,

wrestling unseen princilaplities,

warring these realms

smothering you.