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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Forsaken puppet
[time] => 2003-02-06 17:20:00
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[bodytext] => He never anticipated the sharp turn
level head but still couldnt stop it suckered in by the one he onced trusted brought down to where he was nothing still he walks with his head a little higher fights for his way back to a some normality finds different ways to defy her something gotta to give and get him out of this he contemplates all of his options calculates the pain of the consiquence he just smiles cause hes pulled it off again She calls for him again tells him that she needs a favor do her dirty work you are just a slave never be nothing more then a forsaken puppet she comes to him the night so cold and dark tells him what is to done danger does he know what hes getting into to take a mans life is a road not to be taken he takes the deed in a nod picks up the 38 and his overcoat walks down the street so silently and he finds the house of the soon to be dead creeps up through the yard so softly as if to be unseen a breeze hits him awkwardly his hands so soiled they cant be cleaned She calls for him again tells him that she needs a favor do her dirty work you are just a slave never be nothing more then a forsaken puppet crawls through a back window with his 38 hes grasping feels the lump grow larger in his throat in all his stealth he walks down the hall with his elbow hes bumps a picture pulls it up closer to his face see's the man with his two kids on his lap wonders what hes doing this cant be rite he turns and walks away to feel a bullet pierce his back the man shot an intruder in his home in protection for his family and himself he struggles for another breath wonders is this what he gets for turning away or is this what I get for playing the game She calls for him again tells him that she needs a favor do her dirty work you are just a slave never be nothing more then a forsaken puppet Your just a forsaken puppet [comments] => 0 [counter] => 147 [topic] => 34 [informant] => rawjer [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => SongLyrics )
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