Puppet Master

"Puppet Master"

Belief pulls questions
Out of the soul
Our minds try to cancel out
What our eyes can't see
And the Almighty Puppet Master
Reigns above us

Cutting strings
Tying new ones
Playing with His dolls

His dolls that He crafted
With His own fingers
His blood used for paint
This conceited Puppet Master
Paints each face like His own

Each hopeful face
The painted-on smiles
Quickly fade
Once they realize
Ropes disintegrate,
Break, burn
Snip

This Almighty Puppet Master
Glows with joy
As the puppets bow down
And worship and beg
That their ropes remain intact

The Puppet Master laughs at their cries
Slicing cords randomly
As the puppet falls to the floor

Sprawled on the wood
The painted eyes look on
A lifeless doll
A painted smile

Some live a day
Some live forever
It's all in the luck of the snip
The puppets pray
The blade steers clear
Of their ropes

The puppets pray in vain
And the Puppet Master gathers His toys
And plays with His dolls.

The puppets' eyes gleam
As He lowers another doll
But the eyes begin to fade
When a birth means Death.

Wood clangs to the ground
With a metallic thud
The other puppets sit and stare
Until the ropes move
And the playing continues

The puppets live
With a lie in their heart
As their tiny, sewn bodies dance
They tell themselves with false assurance
That they are guaranteed another day

The puppets dance like gypsies
At the command of their Master
A dancing body
A corrupted mind
A weeping soul
A bleeding heart

We're the puppets
He's our Master
And He's getting out His scissors