These puppets of
mine
They move as I
pull
It's hard to
believe
They once had a
soul
String won't do, So
rope is a must
That way when I
pull
Their bodies
violently
******
I pull at these
puppets
I am their
God
But I take away
free will
Because it's not their right, nor
my law
Dance
my lovelies
Bend to
my will
As I pull at
your harness's
As you wish
I'd have killed
Dec 11, 2012
Dec 11, 2012 at 12:08 AM UTC
These puppets of
mine
They move as I
pull
It's hard to
believe
They once had a
soul
String won't do, So
rope is a must
That way when I
pull
Their bodies
violently
******
I pull at these
puppets
I am their
God
But I take away
free will
Because it's not their right, nor
my law
Dance
my lovelies
Bend to
my will
As I pull at
your harness's
As you wish
I'd have killed
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