The Soul
The Eyes are mine to behold,
The Voice is mine to perceive,
The Sight is mine to embody,
The Touch is mine to control.
The Ode is mine to lament,
The Lament is mine to expiate,
The Woe is mine to weave,
The Sorrow is mine to enthrone.
The Hunger is mine,
The Lust is mine,
The Pain is mine,
The Sorrow is mine,
The Anger is mine,
The Wrath is mine,
The Desire is mine,
The Vanity is mine,
The Guilt is mine,
The Pride is mine.
All of this is mine to control, mine to rule, mine to bend and break as I please,
The whole of the Void is mine,
And little there is that you can do, to sate my thirst for what I want
The Voice is mine to perceive,
The Sight is mine to embody,
The Touch is mine to control.
The Ode is mine to lament,
The Lament is mine to expiate,
The Woe is mine to weave,
The Sorrow is mine to enthrone.
The Hunger is mine,
The Lust is mine,
The Pain is mine,
The Sorrow is mine,
The Anger is mine,
The Wrath is mine,
The Desire is mine,
The Vanity is mine,
The Guilt is mine,
The Pride is mine.
All of this is mine to control, mine to rule, mine to bend and break as I please,
The whole of the Void is mine,
And little there is that you can do, to sate my thirst for what I want
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The purpose is very questionable, since I rarely speak at all like this. But, the poem itself speaks of the madness of the soul, and how one's soul can be corrupted into that which there is little to control.