The words of a broken puppet

June 26, 2011
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Say goodnight my dear for the sun will not shine
Upon these abashed lands we hold no holy virtue
The forgotten and unclaimed souls of the damned
Can you hear our pained cries or do you not care?

We whom did as told but were never just good enough.
Us whom did the dirty work and were just thrown away.
The puppets whom cry for revenge.
No more dear mams and sirs.
We will not back down from the torment

Hear my immortal scream as I unleash it on free will
Yes my will that is I have finally gained back what i lost many years ago.
Before those accursed strings attached themselves to me
but I do not think I'm broken...
Just cause I look at the world in a different view.

I think society could not handle that I didn't want to be its toy anymore.
Yes, that is it.
I no longer want to be controlled by the likes of those whom figure they are perfect
cause none can be perfect in a world made of mishaps and destruction.
For we are all equally flawed, so I'm happy I'm "broken."

You want to know why?
Because on the plains of reality we are the ones who will get farther
Then any have ever imagined.

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