Once proud and happy ; alive and free
Until society’s puppeteers engulfed my soul
.
Guided by merciless hands
They bestowed me on deadly strings
.
Now, I’m forgotten, my flesh rotting to bones
To remain in my hammock grave forevermore
Once proud and happy ; alive and free Until society’s puppeteers engulfed my soul . Guided by merciless hands They bestowed me on deadly strings . Now, I’m forgotten, my flesh rotting to bones To remain in my hammock grave forevermore A contest entry
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