Oh puppeteer,
Where are you?
Your puppets are
Wayward and
Going away
From truth.
Of course,
Puppets are colourful,
Of course,
You love puppets
Very much, I know.
Oh puppeteer,
You make the puppets
Sing and dance,
Make them
Raise voice
Clear and pure.
I am sure,
Dear puppeteer,
You are there
Within puppets.
Oh puppeteer,
Set not free
The puppets,
Tight the string,
And keep all
Under control,
Let them not go
On the path of
Extinction.
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