The Puppet Master
The master,
Controls his mindless puppets,
Causing them to roam the earth,
Unable to repair their mistakes ,
There strings have been torn,
Ripped from their body,
Scaring deeply,
Refusing to heal.
In the shadows,
Creatures lurk,
Stalking around every corner ,
Ready to consume you,
If you make one wrong move,
Or sin through your words.
The world has become twisted,
Many will be slain,
Cries of broken children,
Rip through the darken silence.
The immoral will live on,
While the righteous will fall,
You hear his whisper rush past you,
“I’m ready to crush your soul.”
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My Beautiful Demons
PoetryRandom poetry. There is no rhyme or sequence to this poetry... just how I felt at the moment I put the words to paper.
