Try to figure out the exression on my face
Once you’re close, it’s replaced
With a new emotion, the last erased
Carefully sewn, just incase

Can you see the stitches in my smile?
Can you see them pull into a frown?
If you see through my button eyes
Then maybe you will realize

That I am but a puppet from satan
Born into a demon forsaken
Forbidden to have my motive taken
Watching through my eyes so tainted

These strings he pulls to move my joints
Hurt me in the softest points
The pain is one that does annoy
But to him I’m just a simple toy

Dress me in rag clothes that cover nothing
Looking like a dirty hussy
But atleast he gave me something
I guess that I should not be fussy

He dresses himself in robes so red
To represent the blood that shed
The way they were raped, now they’re dead
Yet highly he holds up his head

I hope not to continue this sinful breed
Yet he continues to try to fertilize my seed
He does it hard to make me bleed
But I’ve bled so much, there’s no need…

Satans little slut you could call me
Although I hope your words do not involve me
But I shall take my chance and roll the dice
Gambling with my devilled life…


 
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