Read aloud on your own accord.
Blistered skin and swollen cheeks,the puppeteers broken doll.
Flimsy thoughts, whimsical dreamsthe dolls unending strings.
Breaking free - breaking fastbefore the expiration pass.
Let your joints be broken, Let your stories be unfold.
Thy shackles undone,thy burden behold.
By the power of will I ( state your name ) conjure theeto give thy power unto meto break my shackles free.
Let my spirit soarLet the soul be freeand with my blood I pledge-Let it be done.
As the potion boils the witch smiled.
A new creation came to life.
Obscure of soul and emotion, living in the eternal illusion.
Legend says ..
Sometimes the doll cries realizing this truth.
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He who forsakes me (Poems And Tales)
ŞiirDedicated to humanities ruin and the seven deadly sins.
