The Divine Puppet by Illuminata
Prayers to a gentle guardian echo through the air
I sadly treasure every word
Locked into a narrow lair
As the shepherd of your herd
Dependent souls and wonders to lift them up
I am but the spirit the cause flees with time
Just pull on a string
Hope, hate, surrender bathing in the twisted splendor
of another deceived king
Desperate pleas to a savage master dance within the
wind
Hatred in each clouded stare
Raging of a world that sinned against a load it cannot
bear
Fallen fools poured their blood on my hand
I was just created to turn the other cheek
Just pull on a string
Hope, hate, surrender bathing in the twisted splendor
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