Bound

Written by: A. Sanders

I am the marionette
My strings moved by the hand
I cannot walk or stand
Without the aid of it
I am the marionette.

I am the hand
The master puppeteer
The strings that hold you here
Worshiped by all who stand
I am the hand.

I am the end
I will cease all things
Cutting all those strings
I am enemy and friend
I am the end.