God's Free Slave

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"Smile," you say.
"Your happiness measures the distance
from my wish."
"Go there," you smile.
"Your will is free."

An abyss lies the other way.

"Hush!" You demand.
"I must be freed from your bones."
The final command.

This wrath is a condition of your name.

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