I am the masterful Puppet
Master of the plot of your destruction
For all I must do is pull a string
And create your downfall thus you will crave vengeance
For each move I make you do with bladed
Intentions to cut into the thought of pain.
For the sake of your pain
Resist not for I the master of the puppet
Can sever the ties with bladed
Hatred that will lead to your mind and body’s destruction
Then to your thirst of pure vengeance
That will persuade me to cut the strings.
The master of puppets I am with the strings
That hold you up or can cause you pain
So intense that the fact of vengeance
Will be but another puppet
Under my control along with your schemed destruction
With my knife to cut that is double bladed.
All it takes is a little bladed
Mind to slash the strings
That connect my thoughts to your destruction
Which is laced with massive amounts of pain
In which you can’t escape for you are my puppet
And only I determine your vengeance.
But I not just control you and your vengeance
No, I also control any bladed
Thoughts you may have to turn the puppet
You are into your own person without the strings
To hold you up and that give you pain
And the ability to plot my destruction.
But you can never plot my destruction
For you and your vengeance
Have no power of overcoming me or your pain
In which I have inflicted with the bladed
Dagger and with that dagger cut the strings
That contain you and keep you as my puppet.
You now can never plot my destruction with whatever bladed
Intentions you had for vengeance for me holding the strings
That lead to you pain of being my little useful puppet…
The Puppet Master