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Life is a game of puppet strings with the puppet master at the head.
He does whatever he can to insure everyone wishes they were dead.
We plead with the puppet master to no avail.
He laughs at us and says, "You can all go to hell!".
This puppet master has no name because he does not want to be known.
He wants us to be afraid and feel completely and utterly alone.
Puppet Master! Puppet Master! Let me be!
No my child I was made to kill you dont you see? twisted
- by ibabygirl11 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 07/18/2010 |
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- Title: Puppet Master
- Artist: ibabygirl11
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This is a poem that's pretty depressing and has a very deep mssage. It
reflects how everyone has felt at some point in time. - Date: 07/18/2010
- Tags: puppet strings
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- Blegh Im A Strudel - 08/28/2010
- This was blisteringly original. The entire piece from start to finish completely blew me away. I adore this! It's amazing! Your an amazing writer! biggrin I admire you so much! ^_^
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