Poetic Justice?

One, two, three, four – a slave kneels prostrate on the floor.

Five, six, seven, eight – I’ll make him sweat and make him wait.

Nine, ten, eleven, twelve – deep into his mind I’ll delve.

Torment and pain in equal measure – I’ll control him for my pleasure.

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Poetic Justice?