Rise

Master of puppets
Pulling his strings
Dolls on a tether
Doors on a hinge

Break do his fingers
A shark’s on the line
Consciousness woken
Deep in the brine

Flex do his biceps
Straining opposed
His children ‘so many’
Are turned to his foes

Umbilical backwash
Zip line escalator
The master that raised them
‘The Giant Sized Traitor’

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