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Alone, I ponder my lost condition Led astray by the son of perdition Right or wrong will no longer have meaning Things that I do, forever demeaning The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize The veins on his face are filled with his lies Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil The enchanting smile that covers his face Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace My will now broken, I have no control For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
The Puppet Master ( Sonnet )
Alone, I ponder my lost condition Led astray by the son of perdition Right or wrong will no longer have meaning Things that I do, forever demeaning The faint stench of sulfer now fills the air Haunted by his eyes, his hellacious stare His laughter mocks me as he claims his prize The veins on his face are filled with his lies Tempted, I stoop to a whole new level Fooled by his voice, I follow the devil The enchanting smile that covers his face Now holds me captive, I fall in disgrace My will now broken, I have no control For he holds the strings, his puppet, my soul
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Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 10:09 PM UTC
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