Puppet on the Devil’s Strings

On the outside

You’re painted white

To hide your imperfections

You hide it well

But time will tell

The luster of your lessons

 

Though I may see

It’s not just me

Others have found you out

While darkness falls

Light still crawls

Time to scan your amount

 

Pain and suffering mark this world

But don’t give in an ounce

Trials and adversity fill this world

Fail, and the devil may pounce

 

Angels glide upon their wings

Demons fly with use of springs

Razor sharp, words can sting

Your worldly favor, most will cling

Let go the distraction, reaction brings

If not…

You remain a puppet on the devil’s strings

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