A Puppet without a Soul
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from “Slavery” - SATB a cappella - Original text - English - Medium
“Someone despises me, and I suffer in strife.
Someone's hate does not cease, and the pain cuts like a knife.
My thoughts and actions are theirs, as I fan their fires.
A life of servitude, what else is there for me?
I am a slave to people, bound by their control.
A puppet on their strings, without a heart, without a soul.
Someone despises me, and I suffer in strife,
Someone's hate does not cease, and the pain cuts like a knife.
In this world of love and hate, it's hard to find a balanced state,
I am a people's puppet, bound in their control,
A slave on strings, lacking a heart and soul.”
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