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Puppeteer of men Holder of our strings You force all of our movement And make us dance your wicked dance You twist us and contort us Into a shape that suits you best We hang here on our strings Not much more than lifeless Saying what you whisper Moving as you will it - Until one day you leave us And the lifeless move no more We only hang and wonder Why after all this time you left us To dangle here alone. Then in the darkness you whisper And in the darkness we say: "You humans are unworthy" "(We humans are unworthy)" "To live the lives I give" "(To live the lives you give)" "So now I take them back" "(So now you take them back)" And with those words He cuts our strings And all at once we hit the ground Then as the darkness is closing in The last thing we all hear Is the vicious cackle Of our evil puppeteer. |
Amazing. I've written many similar, but I feel this takes the cake. well done jaymee, little upset i had to read it on here though. poo eater. ♥Haely | Posted on 2010-06-05 00:00:00 | by MinervaBlu | [ Reply to This ] | |