My master and myself

For tonight,
I am done for what I was asked to do,
As quietly as the spirits
entertain in the darkness,
I remain punished for your services.

With divine intervention,
I beseech-ed from the almighty force,
a force to reckon with,
to cry out for the freedom i always wanted.

But as sure as reality,
nature and its components,
play a vital role to actualize
my unsuccessful path to
the list of my complete failures.

Failure to feel,
the passions and feelings,
of mine are of no meaning to you,
the dust of the earth,
is equal to this body of mine.

This domination of the human mind,
is an infection that I have fallen into.
I crave to walk that walk
which no one dares to walk.

Trials after trials,
the list of my complete failures
piles up, as if the oblivion curse
is bounded upon me for my next action.

I dig this barren earth
with my oddly shaped spade.
My sweat that oozes out of my body
to meet your given commands,
drenches my body,
which adds another reason
for you to laugh.

For when the times seem
beautiful to everyone,
and when the skies open up,
to show another spectacle
of god's eternal magic,
I remain gazing at this barren land,
although your commands are done.

And for what God's magic is about,
I remain excluded
from the once elite class called, "Humanity".