You are meaningless
a small, feeble existance.
disposible puppets,
marionettes in hand
without your strings you are unable to stand
you are toys of god
and tools of war
nothing more
your are worthless
and don't ever forget
he doesn't care if you are alive or dead
like a sadistic child
he laughs as you die
and smiles when you cry
so let me ask you,
why?
why not cut your strings
and wage war on the creater of all things
learn to stand
bring him down from his pedestal of power
make him beg and bleed in his final hour
take control
cast aside your fear
and become the puppeteer
listen to me
and become more than you were destined to be
a worthless human being
