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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