Manipulation
Who holds the sands of time and a key of life in his hand,
manipulating our strings? The one who needs a reprimand!
Masked, the ultimate jester who keeps sun and moon apart.
Selfishly, he couldn't care less if he breaks a lover's heart
I'd turn his impish smile upside down so his lips wear a frown
and expose the jackanapes for what he is... a buffoon, a clown
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