If our fates are truly intertwined

Then it is neither love nor passion that binds us

Rather it is the superiority to which he has assigned:
His almighty self, both arrogant and brusque

If he utters a command it is pointless
For I have already carried out his wish
Perhaps the way I behave is mindless
But I will not lose to his side dish

I am chained to him out of strategy
For without him I lack sufficient status
Do not think I am acting callously
It was he, who put us on hiatus

Yet every so often I gaze at you in awe
And I am moved by your unlimited flaws




Yet every so often I gaze at you and see me
My flaws, my cunning, my desire to be free