Ask of my Devotion just a single question.
Holding the pen at the ready,
Hesitant to put my thoughts into words.
To put them into life would be irreversible.

Like a sorcerer corrupted by what he wields,
the words burn onto my vision.
I see them on every surface daring me to release them.
dare I question Devotions ownership of me?

Almost instantly its no longer a question.
But a statement of hate filled defiance.
I will make Devotion serve me,
Bind her so tightly to my fatigued mind,
Make her pay for the time I gave her!

Know one and know all,
Your Devotion is mine and I crave her wildly,
Serve me fully and feel no recourse!
For in  my words she is my birthright,
And dare you not question your Devotion.
For to do so is the most heinous of all crimes.
Follow her blindly and know not Reality,
For her beauty outstrips your worthiness tenfold.