Slaves Win


Dark Stinging eyes fixed in every corner
Ears like a hawk on each mouth
We fear those eyes and ears - how they treat us
We, on a whip, work laboriously striving
We, seeking perfection, pain our lives with our love
Those glaring omniscient orbs hurling us further
Her plan works; Ears tap gossip
Complaints flood and flourish through the Box
Souls pushed to the edge and beyond
Mentality, Strength, Spirit stressed
Purpose fulfilled, goal accomplished
Stress preparing we few for the future
Disappointment, Severity, Isolation we seek
Eyes throwing worse at the whole
So that perfection is followed
Only by omnipotence
If we expect the foul stench of rash crass
and the eagle preying on our every move
and the lion eating us and regurgitating
and the monster within ourselves, bed, or closet
Then reality will please us
We find truth simple
And we rise to the apex
Our training heightening out triumph
Because the wicked woman taught


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