The Puppet Master high above

pulls the strings and makes them dance.

They cannot hear his wicked laugh,

they cannot see his evil glance.

Upon their world stage play their part

designed with malice by their lord,

don't understand his vicious heart

so they perform with one accord.

Their ties are gentle, they can't feel

the pull of his controlling strings.

He has them tear their earth apart

with all the pain that hatred brings;

yet in their thoughts they wonder why

so many hunger, suffer, die.

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