I wrote this one while i was up late at night, thinking hard about somethign a friend of mine told me, about how i seem manipulative. and it hit m that to some degree I can be, not intentionaly though. if you know me well you know I'm coming to terms with this nature, and that im trying as hard as i can to let things be. but the essance of this was actualy to make a fun piece, playing on the dark nature of such talents. so dont think this is really how i see it.

the puppeteer

I toss and turn
In my attepmt to slumber
But there is no rest for me
My conscious screams
And i feel no peace
Because peace is not what i do
With a trick of the mind
A bit of body language too
I can change this world
To what i want it to do
Im a son of a bastard
And i have his gift
To gab, to puppet, to screw
Where would they be
If not in the puppeteers hands
Telling them what to do
And i feel no pain
For making things my way
I guess im a bastard too

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