Puppet

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By <font color=darkred><I>Crimson.Wings</

<font face=georgia> Pull my strings in every direction and I follow your command. I live in fear. I hate to cause a stir. I just plaster a smile onto my face, the face you painted on me, as you smother my beliefs and replace them with yours. I am the sheep. You are my shephered. You guide me through the realm of contradiction and deceit. You lead me to the lagoon of lies and I swallow. I regurgitate and feed the lies to all who listen. When you die, I shall die as well. After all, death comes before dishonor.</font>

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May 23, 2007 17:46Angel of Music

Wow this is VERY good! such passion and emotion in this poem! great job!