Puppet Master

Puppet Master

A Poem by Schemz
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[Song] Life can be unfair sometimes. But it will never be more tragic than living the same old nightmare again and again, involving the innocents to your evil game.

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Puppet master, you're getting old
But still your mystery goes on
Your legend never disappears
All through the years.
 
You put those puppets into play
Amazing by your hands they obey
And so you give a good show each day
As what they say.
 
Well it's okay,
Let them laugh and enjoy your play.
But no one knows behind those eyes 
are the lives you took away.
 
You were once a happy man,
been the best father that you can
Just to see him happy made you glad
For he was all you had.
 
He used to tell you all his dreams
That when he'd grow up, you'll fly with him
And promised to take you where you want
No matter how far.
 
But my friend no one can tell
When one's life will turn into hell
One night tragedy came your way
In your hands his lifeless body lay...
 
From then on you had sworn,
All should be fair;
Since your child was taken away,
Then all should be the same.
 
At night in streets you hide in the dark
Waiting for little ones to come
To have another puppet made
For the next day.
 
When you catch one, you'll look him into the eyes
You grasp him and he begins to cry
Then his skin slowly turns into wood -
Into puppethood.
 
And there you go with your game
Living in a malevolent fame
But no matter what you do,
You can never bring your son back to you.
 
You should have only befriended the dark
And not used it for your selfish heart
To avenge your misery, that shouldn't be.
 
And if you'll never learn
Let's see what kind of happiness you will earn
Your son who once promised to fly with you
Will only cry seeing you get doomed...
 
Doomed forever...

© 2013 Schemz


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Added on January 6, 2013
Last Updated on January 7, 2013
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Schemz
Schemz

Fortrock City, Sleepy Hollow, Philippines



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