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Poetry

written using other people's perspectives. I wanted to be in their shoes. So I'll compress my overflowing feelings and write them letter by letter.

Puppeteer

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by hanoonjustspoke

by hanoonjustspoke

War is my guilty pleasure,

A dark and twisted game,

I revel in the chaos and destruction,

As I watch the world go up in flames.

I am the perpetrator,

The one who spreads the fear,

I am the one who wields the power,

As the masses cower in their tear.

I am the one who pulls the trigger,

The one who gives the orders,

I am the one who revels in the death,

As the innocent fall like slaughtered cows.

But even as I bask in my guilty pleasure,

I can't shake the nagging guilt within,

For deep down I know I am a monster,

A monster who delights in sin.

So I'll continue on my dark path,

Indulging in my wicked ways,

Until the day my conscience can take no more,

And I am consumed by the flames.