Master Puppeteer

Can you comprehend the surveillance? Recognize the Cyclopean that is manipulation Suffer as fingertips osculate the doll Your existence in cadence with its animation Answers painted upon the walls of elucidation Yet enveloped within a sadistic façade If only mortification was your apparatus Feasible would be your liberation To fracture your damnation of kismet Your oblivious disposition maintains insurance Of my authentic ipseity concealment Penetration of veracity remains abeyant You confine my chassis to a line An unhindered, forward faced, entity Blasphemy, impudence, and your curse Liquescent, manumitted, and your marquis Flashbacks of lifetimes past, occurred moments ago Destiny of a soul, iota of my jest Your obstinate and averse species Enslaved to stigmas of my amusement My merited eponyms you endow to others Fate, karma, spirit, soul mate, life and death All components, all puppets in my phenomenon For I am the Master Puppeteer, I am Time