Breathe life into my soul,
Animate me like a doll,
Use those strings as you wish,
Move me around on a whim.
Display this tale for the audience,
It is quite hale, what a rowdy dance.
Bitter tasting, spilt alcohol,
Dropping you like etanol.
Like an unfinished stitch,
leaves you with an itch.
Look at the display this doll shows,
What a laughing stock it sows.
Far from me to judge,
but you are quite the fudge.
It is time to take over,
this show's over.
Now the attention is on me,
audience wide-eyed so it must be.
I will now take what is fine,
Your soul is forfeit, just like mine.
Apr 20, 2018
Apr 20, 2018 at 4:30 PM UTC
Breathe life into my soul,
Animate me like a doll,
Use those strings as you wish,
Move me around on a whim.
Display this tale for the audience,
It is quite hale, what a rowdy dance.
Bitter tasting, spilt alcohol,
Dropping you like etanol.
Like an unfinished stitch,
leaves you with an itch.
Look at the display this doll shows,
What a laughing stock it sows.
Far from me to judge,
but you are quite the fudge.
It is time to take over,
this show's over.
Now the attention is on me,
audience wide-eyed so it must be.
I will now take what is fine,
Your soul is forfeit, just like mine.
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