by Porcelain

Some people try and many fail
to understand why some things must not prevail.
We laugh and lie wearing a mask all day
but when night comes we become the prey.
Forced to play an evil game where we are simply pawns,
we live this hellish nightmare until the blessed dawn.
Now you might be confused as to what evil this is
but you see my dear, you are living in it.
Now put on a show for your Puppeteer,
for in this life you shall forever hold fear.

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