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Keep pulling the strings, Harder. I've grown accustomed To the painful yanking. Take my shoulders And tug them astern. Back rigid as a board, So as to never run blissfully. Heave my head up. Neck indefinitely stiff. I'll never be able to gaze Down at the flowers. Wrench my lips further. Cheeks excruciatingly tight. So that I may amicably smile, At people I'd rather frown. Extract my laugh out from within. Lungs enervated from Emanating becoming laughs. Which animate these artificial Kings and Queens, When I genuinely desire To spill their crowns. Force the tears back from my eyes. As I stand reduced to a creature In a frivolous sideshow. Defeated. Degraded. Destroyed. Master. I do not despise you. Neither pity myself. You cannot dodge inheritance. You cannot hide from the strings. For we are born Puppets. And become the Puppeteers.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
The Puppet
Keep pulling the strings, Harder. I've grown accustomed To the painful yanking. Take my shoulders And tug them astern. Back rigid as a board, So as to never run blissfully. Heave my head up. Neck indefinitely stiff. I'll never be able to gaze Down at the flowers. Wrench my lips further. Cheeks excruciatingly tight. So that I may amicably smile, At people I'd rather frown. Extract my laugh out from within. Lungs enervated from Emanating becoming laughs. Which animate these artificial Kings and Queens, When I genuinely desire To spill their crowns. Force the tears back from my eyes. As I stand reduced to a creature In a frivolous sideshow. Defeated. Degraded. Destroyed. Master. I do not despise you. Neither pity myself. You cannot dodge inheritance. You cannot hide from the strings. For we are born Puppets. And become the Puppeteers.
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Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
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