An Angry Puppet
Nov 6 · 2 min read
Fall down, Fall down and worship,
Even though he is unworthy of praise.
Behind his mask he hides his face,
Behind that mask lives only disgrace.
Yet And still him we must adore,
Yes him we must implore.
Stop, stop now and bow your head,
Or pray to your True minstrel to be dead.
For this one lives in a land of Hidden flaws,

