The Puppet ... Torturous screams during midnight dreams As my soul floats lifeless in lucifers bowl of wax Melting into oblivions gate Struggling as the heat beats down upon my face Molded by the master a transformation begins Machinations spewed forth into the putrid mind he has created Unleashed with hell's fury to do his bidding He places me on a stage that I may sing and dance for all the world to see Entertaining, they think I am Controlled by wires which pierce my sinful flesh Speaking forth his words among this wretched crowd The people cheer, The people laugh The people cry as I appear to die Nights end, they head off for their happy homes One step closer to lucifer's bowl of wax Awakened from this dream with scars on my hands I wonder .. was it really a dream?Birth sign: Libra
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