Once upon the 8th of October,
My whole life was taken over,
Small print missed, contract signed,
Now the price of being so blind

Binded to a boxers oath,
My life assigned to painful blows,
Not a punch but something worse,
Your fighter hands pushed me head first

As boxers skip you had a rope,
Used it craftily to get as you hoped,
Tied me down, a force fed kiss,
My body suffocating, your morals amiss

Then one morning in silence of dawn,
Dragged me to the training ring and reenacted porn,
You'd learnt all the traits, the force you'd need,
Encouraged by protests you entered me

Once training ended you fed me a potion,
Experiences swept by a violent ocean,
You held me close, I awoke unaware,
Looked lovingly at the boxer who'd always been there,

Contract end approached, tide limped in,
And with weighted whispers it spoke of sin,
The year and a half I'd been a slave,
Your need for sex the leading wave

I found a cave and hid from you,
As the waves mocked me and to my eyes the sand blew,
Recalling a time I held my boxer dear,
While I live in a cave with he my fear

One day I will emerge and grab a hand,
I'll lead people down to my hideaway land,
As they hear the ocean they'll learn the truth,
Battle the sand and build a roof

Together we'll construct on this land of suffered sin,
A beautiful house you aren't allowed in,
As a family of thousands we all will live,
You're excluded for the crime even God won't forgive