Puppet Master of Doom
I am begging you to stop
Trampling on others hearts
With all your lies and deciept
There is no way to defeat
The evil that is in your soul
Thinking you have the control
Playing with their feelings
Like they are on puppet strings
Tugging at them day and night
And they can't put up a fight
Tangled in the strings that ties
Their innocence to all your lies
Never a chance to escape
With the pain and fear you drape
Over the light from inside
That has burned out and just died
Leaving them in total darkness
Without joy from any sparkness
Now they live in pure disaster
Created by this puppet master
Copyright © Robin Davis | Year Posted 2013
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