the puppets.
they dance.
such a very emotional dance.
i guess thats the funniest part really.
they truly believe that they have some power.
as if they are soldiers in some army of "faith" fighting an imaginary devil.
go ahead puppets.
dance to the sounds of the steeples sermons.
when the world burns, and your gods turn to ash.
when you drown in the blackened tar of bitterness, of being fooled and made a tool out of.
i shall float alone among the wreckage, a pawn, unused and un-needed.
i will live.
now, the real question, which even i am still wondering, is this; is the living good or bad?
is it a boon that i will survive??
or i simple another burden...
)*SERVE*(
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