THE puppet bond by the strings of fate,
Controled by the puppetier above,
he cut the strings falling to ground,
he lay there haplessly and happy,
The boy pushes trying to stand,
the puppetier ask"why have you cut the strings I've forged for?",
God has given me two legs for a reason............
now let me stand and use them!
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the moral is dont let other people live your life or set your goals for you god has given you to legs now get up and use them!
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Sun Rise
The grey began to fade,
As the colours filled the sky,
The chill began to warm,
As the sun began to rise.
A lost wolf found direction,
As the eastern orb rose high,
The dark sky turned to blue,
Like the colour of his eyes.
Dark turned to light,
Grey turned to blue,
Lost became found,
That's when I met you.
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