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The Overlord of Overcome

I was once crushed with plastic kindness on the brink of murder, I knew it all along and watched you play the game real confidently I saw the damage you thought you were doing to me, As I listened to the sobbing and screaming of your rotting heart Manipulative merry-go-round you are, The marionettes chill in the frost of your control You think you have mastered the human mind But we are just watching you slowly . . . go. . . Insane!!!! Take a breath, take a shot, slaughter the sting! Hit me with all your power, The blisters will come slowly The frost will melt away Nightmare! Nightmare! See the plastic eyes melt into red ire The puppets have come to kill their sire We’re smiling, we’re smiling As you’re dying, dying! We spent our time in vain with the attention whore you are, Eying you like parasites, growing for the proper moment to move into your sores Weak we are alone, but together vermin ascend to never-ending agonies Bringing down your ignorant reign! HAHA! What a mess you have become, oh master of malevolence! We wait until you are all alone, when your followers have shrieked to your toes We let you grow your strongest, we let you bicker, violate and molest Pretending we are your sick, helpless bleeder feeders But we are…. Your worst pain!!!! Take a breath, take a shot, slaughter the sting! Hit me with all your power, The blisters will come slowly The frost will melt away Nightmare! Nightmare! See the plastic eyes melt into red ire The puppets have come to kill their sire We’re smiling, we’re smiling As you’re dying, dying! I am now the Overlord of Overcome See the diseases you have ignored Grow, grow! You wanted our souls, Now you can never let go, GO! Our strings have become stabbing blades, Our oppression ever fades Into the joy of your defeat! The joy of your defeat! Remember, I was your favorite marionette And now I am your favorite regret

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Timothy Hicks

Date: 4/13/2016 11:19:00 PM

Was this the song you were referring too? It's excellent and dramatic. A great example that you can write in any emotion (when comparing this to your bubbly one If You Know, it's like night and day tone wise). An uplifting surge into freedom after a repressive relationship ... so happy you were able to turn things around and make those strings into blades ... way to stick it too the bullies! Hope they get a chance to read it and know you're not messing around ...

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 4/14/2016 6:17:00 PM

This is not a song, but yes, you're right, it's very dramatic. I tend to write darker pieces, but I really enjoyed writing "If You Know" : ) Thanks for reading them both. I've dealt with many bullies and manipulators in my life and have seen their damage done to those close to me. It kills me to watch, so I must call them out. ~Laura

Anthony Mark

Date: 4/9/2016 8:42:00 AM

Some serious retribution going on here, I do hope it's not fiction, it feels painfully real, and hypnotically vengeful....I sometimes wish someone would write a painful tribute to me,.... Like this...so I could feel the pain and anger...very passionate write..well done Laura..

Laura Breidenthal
Date: 4/9/2016 11:35:00 AM

It's realer than I would like it to be. Feel that pain and let it change you. As a poet, you observe and weave words from afar, but the magic is it is possible for it to make a lasting impression for the better or the worst. You want a tribute, it's yours! After all, what is a poem without a little truth? ~Laura