| The force is propelling my life, Causing me to defy my morals, Crumbling the pillars of my faith, While I watch in opposition. I want it to cease. I want my security to return. And yet the manipulation continues, Pulling on the reigns of my soul Tighter and tighter Until they are choking my spirit. And then I am a machine. The manipulation that brought me here- To this place that I hardly recognize, With this face that is barely mine, Has weaned me away from myself. And as the fog settles Around this dark shadowy space, It is suddenly clear to see That the damned manipulator, My puppeteer, All along, was me. |
| The Manipulator |
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