NAILS IN MY SPINE WITH LITTLE STRINGS ATTACHED I AM THE MARIONETTE. THE BABY IN THE BARREL AIN'T MY FAULT I'M JUST THE MARIONETTE. A SMALL EGG IN MY FIST I CRUSH IT? NO I AM THE MARIONETTE. I FOUND A TRUTH BEHIND THE LIE THEY SAID IT WAS ALL ON ME BUT WHEN YOUR JUST A PUPPET IT ISN'T ALL ON YOU BUT THE MASTER WHO CONTROLS THE STRINGS THEY MAKE YOU SLEEP WHEN THEY WANT YOU TO THEY MAKE YOU EAT AND BREATHE I LOOKED FOR A WOMAN WHO HAD NAILS TOO BUT NONE WAS THERE FOR ME.HE MADE ME REACH FOR THE KNIFE THEN i CUT MY STRINGS AND THE MASTER IS WHO I IMPALED.
Reason for writing:
THERE ARE ALWAYS HIGHER POWERS AT WORK.WOULD SATAN EXIST IF GOD DIDN'T LET HIM?
Birth sign: Taurus
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