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The Puppet and its strings

 Bounded,

Managed with an elegant master
As they slip away,
Unrealizing what they executed

For this, the master had millions of puppets to control
And there were thousands of masters,
Each has its artistical touch
Some hold their puppets firm,
Never once giving them a prospect to breathe
The exquisite aura that is lush with vitality
Some hold them loose,
But neither less the presence of them is
Undoubtedly
Pungent

Anywhere
Anytime
Traces lurk
But oblivion is bliss
So rare that dare brave
Too insignificant to gauge
Crushed by the sheer scope
Of the zombies
Slowly descending every day
Closer to death,
Than their deceased

Traces so evident yet so obscured
The hallmark of renowned
Sophistication
The cunning masters devised

Hope always arises for god dispatched his
Vigilantes 
Bold, never succumbing to the 
Beauty of incognizance
The Devil’s veil
But his cloak was stouter than expected
Years left scars
With the daily salt burn
Bleeding from the core

Yet, the fuel still outshines the Devil’s influence.
Destroying years of magnificent yield
Enraged,
Rampant from dusk till dawn
He created his most beautiful artwork yet
The four apocalyptic Horsemen
Of war, death, famine, and conquest

Dazed from reason
People combated brothers and sisters
And irrationality is the Devil’s playground

Not only was his original masterpiece wanted, 
But it was also craved by all

Joy at reason’s expense was 
Admissible

And his work is still in us today
A drop in a river
Too small to reminisce.

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  1. Alan BishopOctober 21, 2024 at 4:11 AM

    This piece was meant to represents the daily things that the government unwittingly fortify in us. Things like the pledge of allegiance was actually meant as a centripetal force holding us together amidst our cultural division and this piece highlights how we forget and just follow the stigma of today.

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