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Be gentle o' gracious employer, fund of my need as I bow in humble acquiecence to your will, as I pick with the most
delicate care the last remnants of dung from your cravassed ass with the tip of my tongue, for this is my duty and for this
purpose did I rise this day to serve you. Lubricate yourself liberaly with my sweat, my blood which runs in rivlets down my
tattered back before you drive your gracious autruosity deep into my bowels. Fondle me, tearing gently with talons meant to
rend life and hope and dream and prayer from the soul of the lowly servant cowering in hunger and fear of your discontent.
Crush my bruise'd bones beneath your goals and strive ever to beat down each wall that rises before you with my battered body.
Flail against me in your spiteful rage for it is I who am expendable. Twist with malice the simple truths that comprise my
lowly existence and break me of my will. Excise each and every willful act of volition that I may better serve you and you
alone. Dance the fateful cadance of death upon my grave in rememberance of me my benevolent sustainer for it is you I
serve and for you along I give my life for the cause.
Amen
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