
They shall kneel and drink like dogs from my bowl
Reminded that I am Greater than his money and all of his possessions
Not a day is there where he is not in my hands
Even his belief that he is Greater serves me
Such a thought I shall swallow whole
In my belly it shall be
And if it is upsetting to me, I shall spit it back out
All that he posseses cannot amount to that which I am
Nor the love for his master
For even his Master loveth me more
But too am I such a thing
My word shall be law to him until it is branded on his forehead for his brothers and sisters to witness
Fall from the highest pillars and mountains he will if he dare commit Treason against my Love, and then Secondly, my Mercy for his corrupted soul
His master frees him not from such a thing
And such thing I am Greater than
His love for his master and his stature does not compare to what I Love and can Love
And he and his band of grave robbers shall learn too well of that



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