Analysis of My Lords Prayer

Save me, oh Master.
Show me your true way.
I promise I'll stay.
Stay my hand for,
My lifes a disaster.
Teach me my place and to
Master my feelings.
For in your presence my heart runneth faster.
And give me the strength
To endure the sh*t of my existance.
I pledge myself to persist
As your willing servant!
To gladly suffer your torment.
To openly suffer your ire.
To joyfully endure your ministrations.
Deliberations
Ecstatic demonstrations
Of pain and retribution.
Until my skin is peeling.
The welts, are never healing.
The wounds never sealing
The whimpers not abating
Humiliation, never fading
I give you this day, and forever hence
So that I may be bred,
Fed on your unholiness
And misled into deeds of delight and unrest.
Grant me a fleeting thought
And I offer you my soul.
My foul, retched hole of a life.
I will strive to please and service and submit.
And should I fail you,
Oh wonderful Master:
Cast me to the void,
And spare me no darkness.
Hear my prayer oh Master.
For though I deserve not your time,
I implore you to just hear my rhyme.
My submission.
My devotion.
My Master.