Bleeding Puppets

by

Chris Lahren

Crashing down upon us, it's some kind of jelly...blood coagulation and strawberry preserves.
No, it's a time bomb in our burning house...and we're outside laughing, like children we were full of energy and that sustained laughter you only witness in a school playground during recess hour.
Anything could happen, even the most absurd turn of events, and we'll still be laughing...
are we crazy? I don't think so...I just think we finally know the truth.

It's about as insane as the world losing balance and tipping over into the sun,
and about as intense as the mad rush of soldiers in the heat of battle...blood stains the soul,
black as it was..somehow turns to the red you only have nightmares about.
But this is different, there is no fear or confusion. The anger seemed to shimmer and fade away like a ripple in a glassy pond...all the wrong emotions became strangers.

So you see us in a wheat field, dancing and dashing like mad school children,
yet we were sane and we had no worries...just what we had inside.
Somehow we learned too soon...somehow we found out what you cannot find out.
We were never supposed to know until our time was up...
you know the time, where your heart gives out and the soul flies free.

But we were very much alive today, in the field as the building burned to the ground...
some kind of seething jelly and coagulated blood began to boil in the distance...
yet we had no worries, no pain or that thing we call shame.

Once again...we knew something no one ever took the time to understand while breathing.
Every one else aspires to reach this destination yet never ever do.
Many steeples stand proud in determination...only to carry the bodies out to this pasture ahead.

But we have somehow arrived...premature epiphany of sorts. We know what it's all about and
we're not going to follow the evil lies no more...no more!

We were dancing like some twisted marionette figures...like the demons we appeared.
Of course we were misunderstood by those around...all around, we were surrounded.
Yet we already knew, It made no difference to us what they would do now.

We would tell them, but they refused to listen...they covered their already deaf ears,
the children were told to run home and lock all doors until given further notice.
We were surrounded sheep, all of us were black sheep and inside we had fierce wolves...
this happens all the time when the truth gets out...we're cornered.

That's when the cry came out...the cry that not one living soul should ever hear. As a burning stake twists inside the gut, those around will be entertained by the scorching pained shriek that ensues. What they still cannot hear in that cry is the truth...words that would set everyone else free, chained as the slaves they now are. They are full of hate, lies fed to them at mealtime, fear drives them to make excuses for living...to stay awake in this murky world of confusion. We somehow cast those chains off...but for that, they will make us pay.

Yet no price can be placed on eternal freedom and the power of the truth we found out...
they were boiling, their blood on the inside coagulating and seething like intense jelly.
The burning inside to ward off whatever threat that may haunt all that's been instilled and perfectly programmed inside them. Their shame and comforts that they feel with the pain that was handed down generation after generation...father and mother. We had to be destroyed, they had no other choice, they couldn't deal with the fact that their entire lives were built upon lies and deception that goes beyond the fabric that held it all together...what they were working for so many years. Wipe it all away...so they can continue...until the flesh is forced to part with all that's known...forcing them into an obscure realm they had been forced to ignore all along.

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