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Jan 14, 2007 13:02

The Puppet Master
1/11/06

A dozen sigils stand in full circle
The incandescent glow spotlights the world
Invisible strings manipulate limbs
Controlled by none other than The Puppet Master

He is ruthless yet merciful
Forced to condone with his rules
Diamond threads pull; unable to pull back
Shears dulled and flames repelled

Convinced and willing to perform
Do his bidding and do it well
He tells you to move on
You are left with the deciding factor

Choose the way at the crossroad
The path of righteous loneliness
Or of vile and enticing fury
Both of no return - always pushing forward

He is a clock, he is time in essence
Holding those strings with the hands on his face
Possessed by The Puppet Master
Possessed by his hour and minute hands
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