We are puppets in this world

Pride and money, they devour our souls 

Look at the strings, so tightly attached to our limbs 

Walking, like the world wants us to 

Greed, the stench that dangles within your coat 

Puppets of love and pain 

Who is she that your heart is willing to gain 

Who do you want to please the most, 

Your puppet master

The world, 

A cruel place to be in

Yet, we are here 

The evil looming 

The people dying 

All because we are puppets 

Longing for more power 

That we tear each other apart 

At the delight of our master’s command.
Paulo.

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