Part 1: Puppeteer
heeeey any ways hope you enjoy, ill be trying out a lot of different styles and themes tell me if there's one you really enjoy!!!!!
Puppeteer
Strings bind me to a stage.
I wear a mask to hide my rage.
Free my soul! Free I am here.
I laugh I am something to fear.
A puppet who walks without strings.
Isn't it funny, were all controlled by these things!
Here's a secret we all have missed.
This freedom they speak of, it doesn't exist!
We puppets are bound without any saying....
Equality's a prayer that isn't worth praying.
Life is a game played by fake gods.
Roll the dice, look at the odds.
Green is our fate. Bound by green strings.
They make us walk and work and sing.
I'm crazy for i hate these strings no doubt.
Why should some thrive when some can't live without?
A stage, a puppet, controlled by green.
Driven by words and puppeteer means.
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