The CreatorA Poem by DrSprinkz73Wooden puppets dance swiftly to the beat of her desire
It is for my master that I fling my soul to the fire
Devil nor God could conquer me!
I've been taken by a Sphinx with no entity.
Is it no sin?
For I do everything unwillingly...
Is there no goodness?
For her thoughts are woven by cruelty. A pleasure that I pay for irrational actions. Great pain that I cannot refuse such fatal attractions.
There is nothing to be understood or forgot. But remember that Sphinx was made in pure thought.
I die for her!
I live for her!
If I could...
I'd kill her.
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4 Reviews Added on July 6, 2011 Last Updated on July 6, 2011 AuthorDrSprinkz73Chicago, ILAboutI am not a simple person. But I do prefer all the simplicities in life. I can't say it's my dream to become a published writer I ust enjoy what I do. I have goals. I tend to lean towards darker wr.. more..Writing
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