Marionette short poem

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Marionettes made to do with hands on strings
Serpants smiling squirming savage stings
A hope for justice as the pendulum swings
You’re in the arms of dark angels that sing

Coarsing through your blood is acid
The road now you walk a different passage
Woman born of the masses
Take all charge and learn to savage

The strings are cut as she thinks better of it
Wading through cat piss and smelling dog shit
Left burning beside the road is a pigs body and a black leather outfit
She smokes a cigarette her only habit

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Marionette short poem

O my sweet heart, make me your marionette… Colour me white, black, green and scarlet Keep me in your Golden heart rich Lets play set all to bewitch Let your hairlocks be my strings Fill your love in my magical