Puppets

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Mans white noise, its deafening to the core

For what we're told, creates the sore

For all that weeps from within its spoil

Emanates and creates its toil

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Herded forward, shown the door

To life we're channelled, as to chore

We must do, as one is shown

Grating down to every bone

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Colours liken, we must cast

Tied to someone else's mast

Stormy seas, blown by stranger

No head our own, lain to manger

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Forced at will, but unknown to many

Headless corpses, laid to penury

Puppeteer's politician's lair

Leading all to know nowhere

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Groundless flags, blown to wind

Following in, their route of sin

Rained upon and soaked in lies

Spreading out their soulless spies

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We're wired in, to the global net

Spawning out, to the Ethernet

Thundering outward, at speeds unknown

Broken words, to electric sown

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Scattered wide the word of men

Forgotten why, of where and when

That man would lay with what was right

Lost, unknown, in Godless flight.

┬ęPoet Lordy 2013-01-01