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The hairs on my skin stand

Awakened by your presence

Fear spreads in me; cholera of presence

What do you want from me?


The hairs still stand in deafening silence

My entire existence summoned beneath your feet

What do you want from me?

Absolute dedication? Complete surrender?

Spare me, I beg you.

My self has already won the battles

And the wars

And I have been held captive

For centuries, I beg you.


I can’t be anyone else’s slave

Not anymore

Please let me go

They, they all speak of your mercy and benevolence

Bestow your blessing upon me

Save me

Please,  I beg you, I beg you


*And begging, I became the slave*