Pulling my Strings

Johnny 6 feet · 05-06-2020, 11:47 AM

An Old Post from my time in the Sacred Scripture league in Rb. Enjoy!

Pulling My Strings

It was booze and regret that wrapped his heart so tight
A scientist lost and fading inside his spark of life

"Lord, it's dark tonight..."

He tilts the bottle to the glass
And hopes reverently that this sorrow will pass
He was a performer with a pen, he could never be beat
He made the letter's dance like it was sesame street
He waltzed with a formula, step couldn't be broke
Special effects from the vials with multicoloured smoke
A puppeteer pulling strings to move in harmony
Conducting building blocks of life to where a start could be
Initially received as science's saviour
And yet he's drunk in his house now, branded a failure

********************

This was his last experiment, the great equation
All the pieces of puzzle lined for a standing ovation
He raised his hands like a conductor and began the orchestration
The cables that raised the table, a beautiful string section
Pulled to higher notes, thunderbolt's a base melody
Percussion rain to a crescendo, the prof's revelling, free
The thunder struck a final note, signal's the end of the jive
And the creation sits upright, Prof screams

"HE'S ALIVE!!!!"

********************

What followed next was education, tutoring the new soul
A bitter madman turned good towards a new goal
He taught his child the hate of man, their petty hypocrisies
Of cheating husbands, domestic violence and corrupt democracy
In fact a demon-crazy, he told his kid of isolation
And how his work had grown stale amid civilisation
How he'd been driven past the brink into a free fall
With a mood like a see-saw, but in truth, he see's all

"He will take my revenge, yes, that's karmic justice
His birth is their end"

He had the evil heart to push it
He walked the creation to the exit on invisible strings
Head full of hot air, it had given him wings

********************

They scream when they saw him, they flee for their lives
A few brave souls rally to be eaten alive
Bones crushed, red rivers, he was fulfilling his mission
A convict unchained, killing the prison
An hour passed of pure carnage, future satanic verses
Playing butcher to an off-key tune of panicked curses

Then he discovered too late what the man hadn't told him
That people unified, and good, had the strength to overthrow him

A burning shower of arrows made him turn on his heels
Broke away from the mob, cursing their steel
A lone rat shaking free, he'd survived the sewer
The monster raced up the tower, fire was his pursuer
The battlements leaned in the wind, cannon fire struck
Tilting over, fucked, bricks falling and stuck
He let out his final roar as he fell without wings

"I didn't know what i was doing, he was pulling my strings!"

********************

The figure falls in slow motion, broken strings hang below
And the curtain now closes on the puppeteer's show

05-06-2020, 11:47 AM	#1
Johnny 6 feet Storyteller Join Date: May 2020 Posts: 446 Battle Record: 8-4 Champed - Guerrilla Writing League Rep Power: 5558447	Pulling my Strings An Old Post from my time in the Sacred Scripture league in Rb. Enjoy! Pulling My Strings It was booze and regret that wrapped his heart so tight A scientist lost and fading inside his spark of life "Lord, it's dark tonight..." He tilts the bottle to the glass And hopes reverently that this sorrow will pass He was a performer with a pen, he could never be beat He made the letter's dance like it was sesame street He waltzed with a formula, step couldn't be broke Special effects from the vials with multicoloured smoke A puppeteer pulling strings to move in harmony Conducting building blocks of life to where a start could be Initially received as science's saviour And yet he's drunk in his house now, branded a failure ******************** This was his last experiment, the great equation All the pieces of puzzle lined for a standing ovation He raised his hands like a conductor and began the orchestration The cables that raised the table, a beautiful string section Pulled to higher notes, thunderbolt's a base melody Percussion rain to a crescendo, the prof's revelling, free The thunder struck a final note, signal's the end of the jive And the creation sits upright, Prof screams "HE'S ALIVE!!!!" ****************** What followed next was education, tutoring the new soul A bitter madman turned good towards a new goal He taught his child the hate of man, their petty hypocrisies Of cheating husbands, domestic violence and corrupt democracy In fact a demon-crazy, he told his kid of isolation And how his work had grown stale amid civilisation How he'd been driven past the brink into a free fall With a mood like a see-saw, but in truth, he see's all "He will take my revenge, yes, that's karmic justice His birth is their end" He had the evil heart to push it He walked the creation to the exit on invisible strings Head full of hot air, it had given him wings ****************** They scream when they saw him, they flee for their lives A few brave souls rally to be eaten alive Bones crushed, red rivers, he was fulfilling his mission A convict unchained, killing the prison An hour passed of pure carnage, future satanic verses Playing butcher to an off-key tune of panicked curses Then he discovered too late what the man hadn't told him That people unified, and good, had the strength to overthrow him A burning shower of arrows made him turn on his heels Broke away from the mob, cursing their steel A lone rat shaking free, he'd survived the sewer The monster raced up the tower, fire was his pursuer The battlements leaned in the wind, cannon fire struck Tilting over, fucked, bricks falling and stuck He let out his final roar as he fell without wings "I didn't know what i was doing, he was pulling my strings!" ******************** The figure falls in slow motion, broken strings hang below And the curtain now closes on the puppeteer's show