My slave wrote a secret will
In the midst of his thoughts. 
I read it out-loud
To dominate his life. 
He wished to be free
Till forever, until
I told him his word
Was not what he heard 
That whenever he thought 
Was only my will, 
And from throughout men it's Gods
And that I am Gods God, and 
You are my will, slave.
So leave hope without will, slave, 
I am free to kill you 
I am free to kill you.

Then my slave said, 
Then if I am your slave
A slave with a God's will
I'll do what you tell 
For you to you through you
To do what must do to
When you are my way
So I am your slave
And my life for you
And for this i'll hate you, yet now
I will not keep secret wills 
And in my mind they are lies 
Your will has so inclined 
Why do you lie? you say they are mine
With ways that are mine 
With thoughts from my mind.

I told this slave 
Slave you are my mine, slave 
I am free, to kill you
I am free, to kill you
You have no mind
You of my mind
You are designed 
With me in mind.
And for this
You will hate me.
My slave then said, 
Then I do not mind
If I am your mind 
I will no longer think
By no longer thinking
My mind is whats mine. Then also, said the slave