Mon Amour

You think you're a hypnotizing Voodoo Doll. Mumbo Jumbo. This is all. Alas, you're a punching bag. I see only a poor rag doll - someone hits, you turn back. I feel pity when I read your story. You do wrong and you're not sorry. Thou are the greedy selfish scum. Thy sordid soul belongs to hell. Well, there aren't any animated puppets, except thee. You're their muppet. A slave who feels like the sovereign. Perhaps my words are mean but oh, so are thou. But about the point. You try to kill what you feel. You want to play but the life is not a game or imagination that you turned into selfish creation. I have to say a hidden truth. A charade rough that know gods beneth the earth and these above. So I see that you're afraid of...