Toys Poem by Ceres Arietis

Oh, the life of a puppeteer, all of life is your stage,
With crowds watching and your toys in line.
And when you are done, they go to their cage -
Trapping them in and tying their twine.

Ah, the life of a puppet, you hide in your shell,
Until it is cracked and you are forced to play.
And when he is done, you sulk in your hell,
Until your puppeteer wants to see another display.

Life is just a playground,
And people are just toys.
For when you see the world as so,
The evil seems to die.