Marionettes

-my analogy of the enemy's strings on our hearts. It's bondage. The image I got in my mind was a marionette doll being pulled by these painful chains taking her backwards into this dark abyss and it

Hearts are wrenched by these savage threads ushering us to come to a conclusion
Answering in unmitigated obedience because our riposte isn't as clever as those who vacated us with their absence,
The ones with blood on their hands regardless of their squeaky clean lives
They defied the dictating hands of our pathetic and overbearing masters who left us in ditches to die
Evidently they set the inspiration before our gelid zombified eyes
Withering and rusted our malleable veneer mirrors our foundations
and so do the strangers with impressionable surfaces
These chains of manipulation bind us to expire,
Sheer ruination in the core of our purpose...
Hope is embellished by our recollected voices that left an impact larger than meteorites
The effectuation is displayed by our unchained strings when aspiration is found
The puppeteer will incessantly perish as the marionettes liberation remains
A grand finale for audience to witness and the indisposed to look forward to
All hope never ceases to become our desolate dreams because it is more than reality
Our Savior advances in His supernal glory