Master of My Fate

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Master of My Fate

Blood pressure rising,
my Eyes compromising
Secret promises
and now a feeling of Dread
washes over Us
as You make a fuss.
Now the Heart beats faster;
I’m Not My Master.
my Sword’s done slicing
as You finish You’re pricing
on the very fear I Need.
Time to follow if You won’t lead,
as this battle Rages on
and the Blood across the lawn
is all that I can see
for this Blood,
It comes from me