Not finished yet, though.

I feel the blight lord’s scalding grip
Around my jugular
Stifling my free will
Enslaving my existence

Born into false pretenses
Raised into true bondage
My society; a combine
My profession; machine

Gluttony cannot save me
Sustenance turns to ash
The flesh unsatisfying
Spoiled virgins never last

Wrath will damn me further
Anger lies frozen inside
Hate becomes bile and poisons me so
Every time I say, “yes, master.”

I exist in a desert
Dry, broken, everlasting
Every opportunity; a mirage
Long do I wait for release

Fires of deception and black magic
Sear and scar my retinas
The serpent sorcerer has cast this upon me
Now I wander endlessly for my…

Spell breaker!

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