Pain Is the Greatest Master

(Poetry)

Pain Is the Greatest Master

Pain Is the Greatest Master,

Its chains bind like no other,

Pain removes all clouded vision,

It's sharp witty and bold.

Self-Assured and rigid,

Like clay it moulds.

Attentively prostrate, low down,

Until he releases his hold.

Pain is the Greatest Master

Its chains bind like no other,

He cuts through flesh like broken glass,

Makes all wounds turn putrid.

Confidentially and rapid,

He will force you to heel,

He will rape and he will steal.

Until Servitude is complete.

Pain is The Greatest Master.

By Shareena Clarke.

sad poetry
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