Strings string strings baby,
you've got em' by the strings,
and it's true they were so mad that,
they acted foolishly.

But I think you missed the strings behind you,
every move you make,
pulls your head in a direction you didn't want,
pulls you towards something you didn't want to be,

or maybe you thought you wanted this,
but you're in control of your uncontrollable self,
quite possibly.

But it doesn't mean that you'll stay in control.

You wanted the puppets to dance for you,
but on your offensive,
you forgot to flank your guard.

Watch yourself.
It takes both hands to hold those puppets in control,
and you'll have no hands to defend yourself with.

Because having been at times when I wanted to be so messed up,
so much like a demon,
to actually be a demon,
just so I wouldn't have to to care about what I did,
just so I could say,
"This is me, leave it alone,"
I can tell you that,
the result is more horrifying than you can imagine.

I'll give you this,
your skill is quite good,
so excellent.

But there is a good reason to stay away from this,
because strings always need to be extended,
tightened, switched around, tied and pulled in every direction,
so hard to keep track of,
so easy to strangle yourself with.

One picture,
you said it was.

You know it wasn't the picture they were mad it.

Stop acting like it was.

It was what was behind the picture.
Every action you have taken,
desperately to fill a void that is only known to you,
Every word you have said for reasons you will never admit,
should they break the image you really want,
Every piece of hate and anger, trauma and stress you have put on others,
one other in particular,
Every demon you have decided not to fight,
Every excuse you have given to others for the reasons you do not get back up,
Every time you have gotten yourself in trouble,
knowing full well what could happen,
knowing full well what you were doing,

It is not just "One little picture."
It is the person in the picture.
Who will do anything to get someone to see the picture,
who will do anything to have everyone do what she wants them to do,
because she can't fix that void within herself.

The picture was the straw that broke that camel's back,
the picture is cracking into pieces,
because you have let yourself break into pieces,
maybe you can rebuild your soul from it.

Till then, keep laughing,
cackle in hell,
and think you're so cool.

You may be one of the sins,
but you have not met the other 6 of us,
we're not as nice as lust.
As you.

Have you met wrath?
Wrath doesn't care about anything.
Wrath won't care if you're in pain,
she won't care what you look like in a silly picture,
she won't care who you are,
and she won't apologize,
for killing you over and over.

Better figure out whether or not you really want to dwell among us sins,
because you will end up there,
with us.

Because those strings,
have been pulling you to us,
all this time,
and if you don't let go of them soon,
it will be too late to stop your fall.