Alex Arnot

Your Soul is Mine

Surrender your life to me


In industrial shackles eternally bound

A hole where the moribund spirit lies

Empty, like the promise of better days,

The soul decays and putrefies.


Fatigue oxidizes the chains

That dig into your gangrenous flesh.

Fetid bones and dying ghost

Surrounding stench of lingering death.


Surrender your time to me


Time that marches on and on.

A ballad of monotony for marching pawns.

Slaves to avarice’s wretched spawn.

Pay tribute to freedom’s perfect con!

And now that your life and time are gone…


Surrender your soul to me


Your very essence to me relinquished

An enthusiastic light extinguished.

To this ancient order soon succumb.

Determination now undone.

A new creed to which you will abide,

Your life, your time, your soul is mine.

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