In this world,
where I was artificially born,
solely as a tool,
that surpasses the norms
The golden puppet,
with purple-stained fingertips,
singing on stage where,
manipulation is an art
A place where,
the higher ups favor me,
crown me at the top,
bred to perfection
My replicas,
providing me with sources,
killed by me, terrifying,
leaving me as the only one.
I learned to control,
my pulses, my fear, my rivals,
my composure, also medically monitored,
reigning on stage.
Even though,
illnesses made me fragile,
I remained a flawless idol,
isolated from the world.
In this world,
where I was artificially born,
solely as a tool,
only she made me human.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 2:39 AM UTC
In this world,
where I was artificially born,
solely as a tool,
that surpasses the norms
The golden puppet,
with purple-stained fingertips,
singing on stage where,
manipulation is an art
A place where,
the higher ups favor me,
crown me at the top,
bred to perfection
My replicas,
providing me with sources,
killed by me, terrifying,
leaving me as the only one.
I learned to control,
my pulses, my fear, my rivals,
my composure, also medically monitored,
reigning on stage.
Even though,
illnesses made me fragile,
I remained a flawless idol,
isolated from the world.
In this world,
where I was artificially born,
solely as a tool,
only she made me human.
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