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Puppet Masters


Their faces patched Strings holding them up While a man holding a wooden cross At the other end of the strings Pulling at the life of a shrouded figure Invisible strings Their faces bright With concealed shadows While a man controls the life Used Forgotten Beaten Neglected The four words to describe the life a figure possess Toyed with and abused These puppets feel nothing but pain Their faces patched Strings holding them up While a man holding a wooden cross At the other end of the strings Pulling at the life of a shrouded figure Under control of a figure that has nothing but darkness in his eyes At the other end of the strings Your master waits...
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