We Are Living In Hell

What life is ,is all in drama . A stage act whereas pain and joy are the themes in constant contrast. Pain is for us in stage and joy is for the master who watches . With his shiny silver rings ,spoiling in rust with blood thirst and he out in the clear open in concealment of our ignorance, our sinister nemesis weaves in silence his hate into ropes his hands of fate . To direct our course upon his trail but who's to blame for he our master is lonely and men not smart for company but with rings and ropes for both hate and malice men make good puppets & he a great puppet master and all in trance like harmony ,we stomp in stage the dance of life.