Say hello to Drocell Kienz,
The only puppeteer
Who can set things right.
Years go by,
For his soul's unrest.
Why are there still signs
Of life?
If You're human,
Why are there termites?
Thinking to himself,
Won't fix this.
You can only sing
For so long,
Before the straw begins to
Spill.
Then, he can't report
Back to the cleansed.
He didn't forget the
Butler's aesthetic.
Building it up,
Does not always help to
Heal a smile.
But,
"We'll give him you."
Should do the trick.
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Strings Of Hope And Other Poems That Only A Fangirl Would Understand
PoetryThis book came to be because of one person, to protect her identity I will not share her name. We rode the bus together just like everyday, but today she brought along her copies of volumes one, two, three, and four of CreepyPasta. I was trasfixed b...
