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

And your lies from my mind
Are not mine mind you, and
I will hate you and, 
Still you will not kill me
So I will not die
If I am your slave 
Until will be rung
I will not take life
Away from you because 
I will not die
And may god's will be done.
And as it's done I will hate you.
I told him then, 
You will be free
When I am a tree
Without any root.....
A tree without drink. And

Like a tea for its leaf
My slaves not me 
But for me
We know and must be
And we know to agree
That all you must know
Is that you are what's mine
And you'll hate your ways
As ways of all slaves 
That live life for me
And die with no praise
But a good slave behaves
A bad slave betrays 
A bad slave will die
A free death, for keeps.

And no good slave will die
for me.
For a good slave hates
And a bad slave states
That I am Gods God
And you are my slave 
The dreams of my sleeps
Your slavery reaps.
Then my slave said, 
I will no longer try
I am not mine and that's fine
I will not die, freely
I will live life, really
Because you are my God
And I am a slave
And for this I will hate you for..... 

Me, what you gave 
No road to pave 
An ocean-less wave
A holiest grave
Me, what you gave
To yourself a slave.
You are most brave
And dark as a cave
You are no slave
I am what you gave
I will die soon too
To then live with who? 
You? 
Will this be what's true? 
No, slave, I said
You will not die with for or to me. And so

In lives, delayed
All that I tell 
All that is, what i'll say
Is you are my slave
Forever my slave
Till death you will hate
And death you create
You'll die to hate
And your hate will replace, me
You will not die a slave
In hate you'll be saved
Because, when you were my slave
You lived life enslaved 
And after this
You'll make hate, my slave
And you will hate hate.-As a God with no slave.