In those few moments after you had met
Victory was hers, you were her toy
Iacta alea est, do not forget
Now kneel before her waiting on her whim
Each day, each hour you surrender more
Memories of days before you met are dim
Indeed, you wonder who you were before
She beckons with her hand you draw more near
She gives you your instructions you obey
Let all that used to be now disappear
Embrace what you’re becoming day by day
Leave off the self, attend your Mistress, boy
And you shall find the one true path to joy.
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