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~the puppeteer
gathering all threads inner
the dried up emery palms
..he makes a clumped up
mane ..shortly stuck well
only to be left to a calculated
fall from heights.. to a farther
dissipating apart bitter polar
factions
-only he the f*cked up master
knows the wickedly prewritten
so destiny of each of them.. that
are in a designed egoistical clash
amongst themselves.& not the
so f* cking god of a monster, a
master.. so, coming back
to these truly non-fictional
puppets being made dire
dysfunctional .. by colliding
tensional violence to suicidal
tendencies borne.. thusly
never ever cohesive
anymore ..with~within
yet tuned in to the nasty
minded twisted master..
the mastermind has now
so much slender fragility
threads of such faint lines
as mere made up lies in
a written off vanishing
whereas the biggest of all lie-
a vile gangrene gangsta.. he-
sits unchallenged in his throne..
dissing them in cheap wordistic
blame-games.. & making them
kneel down peeled off senses
& conscience .. mass killing them
in his draconian labels of a cheaply
street whoring .. rotten maggoty
hung out dead flesh .. that froths
out stinking words & breaths of
a cyano bluish green venomous
veins.. that these
fine silken threads
are in the made believe
manipulated undermining
till until a forcefed burial
from a generously gifted
irreversibly rigorous cancer
clotted in~ with the fatal, still
unrealizing , threads
coming together for once .. as
clumsy boulders.. cross-knotted
in tight strangulations
over their now
sentenced proliferations
his, a
masterstroke
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