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grinding two rocks between her hands,
as the master of the temple tells his demands,
do this and that without comment,
or to your death you get sent,
aches and pains in muscles of work,
for this master being a jerk,
they get whipped while walking in chains,
that night is really measured in pains,
doing this work for him is a must,
as the ground rocks are now nothing but dust,
thrown in the eyes of a guard to blind,
the slaves all escaped leaving one behind,
facing her master alone to fight,
as she stabs while waiting for his face to turn white,
nothing but echoes of a past forgotten,
nothing more than the food gone rotten,
time passes with a new master driving slaves,
she only replaced him with no one she saves.