My Master
Serving you was my call
within myself I was served
on a table full of misery
that over shadow my mind
like a cloudy storm
My Master
Answering to your calls
was as my mission
like the missionaries spreading
the message
of the holy books
that have writers of different era
My Master
I've lost in myself
like a god of defiance
creator of animosity
and destruction
from one generation to
another
My Master
I've come far and close
but yet it looks unclear
even if am close or at distance
My Master
We served so we can be served
when it our own turn
like the dice game
©thaddeus
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