Puppet Master

Fates are twisted
Manipulated by the hands of its masters
Interweaving through the tangles of high hopes and limitless dreams surging through the endless skies
Only to be awaken by the quiet, shaken world
Undergoing mental surgeries where the unknown mysteries are closer to being unraveled, but never really solved
It’s always a question of what now and where to that holds its casualties
Binding its victim to take the roads less traveled
Fates are twisted
Manipulated by the hands of its masters

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