• The Entire World a Stage and the People Merely Puppets.

    Many just blocks with strings in their hands.
    All of them fighting for supply and demand.
    And when all the hope in the world is thinning
    It's the ones who got their strings cut that are winning.
    The string less actors will grab ropes of silk
    And will be pulled away from the sludge and the filth.
    When the curtains fall and the remaining take their bow
    The trap door will open and they'll fall down below.
    The wood of their bodies will burn black as their souls.
    The termites will swarm and fill them with holes.
    New puppets will be set and the puppeteer will plan.
    The curtains will lift and the play will start again.