Two centuries have passed
Ive grown accustomed to the fact
and the pain of my past
wih a pole attached to my abs
but the thought I can't shake
in the midst of my wake
how am I any less of a slave?
than those who I enslaved?
as I said this I turned opaque
my insides as visible as day
and the guardian of my grave
came with a pail that contained
holy water which I drank
which caused immeasurable pain
as my sins were washed away
literally sweat from my veins
"I never thought you'd change"
The angel started to say
"See things the same way
as those who you've caused pain"
my skin slowly enveloped me
and my muscles developed
though I continued to relish
in the misery I've embelished
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