Grief

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I was once like them,
puppet of the puppeteer
but my knowledge had gone
through destruction and pain

My moves were collided
with the same emotion
as grief and weeping
like losing someone's dear

I thought fair eyes had saw me cling
as the puppeteer moves the string
but watched us collide
with no complains

how fool their minds can never see
how was their ways were traced and made
though the dance was fit in tune
but soul was brought to eternal doom

The dolls he made has stand their feet
through the grips in his hands has fixed
i saw how much the sketch has said
that show must go though blood has shed

as we dance to his beat
our feet just skip only a bit
but none eyes into our brokenness
change the tune as did it fades

fools were much, so entertained
the more they shout as blood was shed
from eyes whom with so much pain
they laugh at us as vomit strained

the puppeteer held our hands head and feet
controls the play though out of tune
and when we skipped
he cut the strings and made us filth

he always know how much he gain
the way we took, the way we gave
the times we awe our lives to him
was once a lift but died again

he made us clean but put us dirt
a mess to a crowd could entertain
he place us square with darkened lid
we'll see sunlight after decade?

he then took us again for another fame
that men could only praise his name
the puppeteer always see us in sin
when blood has shed salvation claimed

though button patched to narrow head
he then refuse the blindfold scene
how much we see the future's best
but puppets of puppeteer's death

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