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I was set upon a wooden box
With strings fastened to my hands and feet
It seems she promised to make me dance
With her skillful hands I'd feel the beat

The music, I could hear really well
Sadly I was unable to move
That would change according to her plan
Her music had a sinister groove

My knees she crushed with a big hammer
All my other joints broken with such glee
It seems she needed another puppet
Why I wonder did it have to be me

When I screamed she skillfully broke my jaw
Then each finger crushed in her metal vice
She laughed and said, "Oh don't you worry,
I have stored up a whole chest of ice!"

Then she came close, to look in my eyes
Telling me that she much preferred green
Sadly blue was not her color of choice
She wanted eyes that exuded mean

I watched her return, with two glass eyes
And a sharp knife in the palm of her hand
As she got close, I gave her a head butt
she dropped to the floor like a bag of sand

On the very spot where her hammer rested
Thankfully the claw pointed up in the air
The crack of her skull was a lovely sound
I took much pleasure in her lifeless stare

Now there is no one to pull my strings
I sit here waiting with my puppet friends
The room is quiet none of us can speak
We all look like babies, wearing depends!

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