The Puppeteer

A wasteland, brims with plagued beings
 Listen! Can you hear their moans?
 Bursts of light that conquers the dead of night
 Those are the carnival of your diversions
 Be one of us or bow down to the righteous ones
 Let us play the game that is called justice
 Surrounded by the nameless conscious
 Journey into your master's path
 Desecrate, lacerate, incinerate, borrow lives for your initiator
 Life evolves from the womb of the grim seraphim
 Those are the keys to your deceptive cadence
 Mend the torn strings, or sway under our sovereign grasp
 Let us play the show that is called freedom
 Surrounded by the nameless conscious
 Journey into your master's path
 As darkness fills the skies
 Between the moon and the throne of stars
 Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
 Looking through us with guilt and despair
 White and black squares
 Tick tock, broken glass
 Red cherries and black eyes
 Tick tock, broken spines
 Lo and behold my children, wave your strings
 Let my decree (and menace) seep through them
 As I am your Resolve (guided by fear)
 You are your poet's steps
 As I won't be delighted (and fathomed) without trepidation
 As darkness fills the skies
 Between the moon and the throne of stars
 Behind the eyes of the other glittering dust
 Looking through us with guilt and despair
 Light shall bow upon the thrones
 Fear the phenomenon
 Ruler of the world it's called
 In the Pandemonium
 Granting the keys
 Between the puppets
 To deliver the lost scripture
 Between the puppet and its puppeteer