puppets

puppets,
listen to the unspoken,
raise your hands,
follow the rhythm and dance,
Billions of puppets waltzed around the stage,with their pathetic strings attached,but they are smiling happily.Colours have been displayed, my puppets,go on and dance,keep dancing until you get rusty.The stage isnt yours,the flow isnt yours,leadership doesnt goes to you too.Dance puppets dance,many of them do so but some manage to escape from the strings and search for a new continent,smart but not wise enough.They still get caught by their master in the end.

While there are some without any strings on them from the beginnings of their existence,the unique ones.They are gifted and cursed, prices has to be paid and carry the consequences for their whole life, tragedy.And when there is a moment when all hope disappears,all pride is gone,all expectation,all faith,all desire are taken away,you`ll hear a sound,the sound of a unique soul breaking,its not a loud crack like when bones shatter or a spine fractures or a skull collapse,and its not something soft and wet like a broken heart.Its a sound that makes you feel how much hurt can be visited upon a person.A sound that shatters the strongest will and makes the past leaks to the present.A sound so high only the hounds of hell can hear it. Then they found the secrets,the secrets of how the string can be removed,the ability to destroy their owner and create their own performance.

The unique individuals finally accepted what belongs to them,maybe its meant to be gifted for a purpose and a lifetime curse as a consequences.Still,there are some of them who tried to live like a puppet with string but to no avail.They just wanted to be normal,live happily just like other puppets,than been gifted but never feel happiness again.but...It played a joke on them,taking away their belongings one by one,if everything is taken away from them,they`ll start to destroy..

"When the world will be mine your death should be quick and painless"