His strings weathered and torn, the master leaving the puppet often deformed , as the day he was born. The master has turned his puppet into a disaster; hidden behind piles of wooden plaster. The master's hands began to move faster. for he no longer thinks he can last here. The master approached him with a smirk, he then knew he wanted me to complete his horrific works. as he peered through the shadows, where his sight soon disappeared as it was more incriminating than he had feared. Soon he had noticed a creature did lurk, along with his whisper and hidden malicious smirk. "thou shalt be killed if thee can't find the demon concealed within thou's mind." The creature that lurked no longer hid his smirk He himself had accomplished his horrific works. As the master's origin spread itself among the walls, The puppet no longer heard the calls. His mind had be silenced, his strings no longer intertwined. His feelings were then undefined. The Puppet felt a sense of relief, yet no grief. The master had lost his hold. The wood soon cracked. The puppet changed his act. The wooden plaster chipped away. I have preformed covered in gold since that day.
