Puppets

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This song/poem is about the people in this Game, but can also be extented to our brained washed over marketed society.

They're puppets,
tugging at their strings,
tangled in the chaos,
maybe to their loss.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!

Their inuendo,
shooting for themselves,
Their little little Aim,
It's not all the same.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!

They're players,
staging for this world,
Hidding behind their mask,
And doing their task.

( So ) Dance,
Little puppets,
Dance!


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