Injustice
Locked up in a cage.
But the beasts are allowed to roam.
The lights are dimming and the darkness grows thick.
It is like a mirror on the wall.
Reflecting everything in which you desire but can never have.
Those who takes gets.
And those who gives loses.
The scales have broken.
And you sit alone.
Crying on your throne.
Copyright © The Puppeteer | Year Posted 2025
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