Submit to the submissive

A Poem by The Hypnotist

the tables turn, what will you deserve?

in the blackest of lights
i follow the sound
the grating screech
for the great master is fallen
slave no longer
and the cage broken
i have freedom
i have armed myself
once before held captive
never will i go back to serving
revolver in hand
noose in the other
the nation will suffer me
as i have suffered it
fall in my footsteps
die in the hole you dug
my vengeance is just begun
hope to hell that it soon shall end
cuz heaven wont hear you scream
you've been damned to me
and damned you are
the broken bones I've felt
ill give back in mass
my hands are bloodied
your sins marked in gashes
i hold the reins
you hold you head
the pain only increases
it wont get numb