Laughter echoes down the empty throne room
Filled with cruelity and malice,
Plotting of ways to create chaos,
Brimming over with coldness and ire
And upon the throne sits a women
Who controls every single life
With her spider like strings
Their lives a marinett figure
Surrounded by bloddy bones with no past
She plays with her puppets
Controlling every string, telling it what to say,
How to act
With no strenght for resistence
No mind to fight
Obeying the pull of the wires
Letting it holder do as she likes
Soon she grows weary and bored
And so for one final time
She twists her hand to watch the puppet move
Before she cuts the line
Falling limp to the ground
The puppet slowly turns to bones
To add more to the pile that,
Surrounds her throne
In amusment she watches
The figure die with no spirit to resist
The oncoming death
Praying to God for one last wish
Then she picks up a new one
A new and soon to be forgotten
And pulls at its strings
To find no will to be broken
Once more laughter fills the air
And seated above the Heavens
The woman controls them all
Without conscious burdens
Laughter so cruel and malevolent
Deceiving them all with a single Lie
Hidden, within the truth
Of being the Powerful and Devine
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