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God (Inspired by) I thought I was
pulling the strings
and in command of my life.
But this puppet controls me;
it manipulates me
like I am a voodoo doll.
He influences my actions;
he is master of all of
my movements.
He pricks me,
piercing through my skin
I stitch up the scars but...
the ones on my heart are permanent.
I am shadowed
by his calculating hands,
his fingers like needles.
When his show is over,
the curtain falls
on my lifeless body.
I play dead
in hopes he will
leave me alone.
He does because he
believes the trick worked
but I stand up and show him...
God was in charge the whole time.
