Conditioned by Lady Saaskje

"CONDITIONED"
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You belong to me.
Your mind is mine, I will scout, I will maraud.
Your body is mine, I will rape its landscape, set fire to its topography.
I will plunder you and claim my domain.
You will fall on your belly at my feet and beg
For mercy.
Your fear is my intoxicant.
I am drunk on your terror, your surrender.
You serve me.
You obey me.
You worship me.
I am your God, boy.
I am your religion.