There are two types of slaves

 

Those who value themselves too high

Pretty, strong, fast, trained, fuckable

Those who consider themselves the lowest creatures upon this worth

Corrupt, vile, despised, ugly, unfit, unworthy

Spend less time evaluating what you see in the mirror

The only one fit to do that is me

Your judge, jury and executioner

 

I will see that who stands before

Weight the point that you are now and the distance I can take you

And either pull you towards me and my goal

Or push you towards a new and unchartered path

Distances can be shortened

Mind and body can be shaped

But determination and humility have to be there

It is not an easy journey ahead

And many have been lost on his path

 

Only if you strip yourself of all those preconceived ideas in your mind

Letting yourself be looked at, touched and tested

Will I be able to make my judgement

Keep back and you will be further away than where my hand can reach

And I will move towards a different choice

So let yourself be caught

And I will take you by my hand