The Manipulator
Hatred & jealousy, influencing each other
Look at me! Look at me!
A competition for popularity.
Mirror mirror on the wall, who’s the most cunning of them all?
I’m so special, so much fun.
Who will be left when I’m done?
A path of destruction I leave behind.
It doesn’t matter to me, as long as I find
My dutiful sheep, all bowing to me
And I pluck that apple from the tree.
I take a bite, it tastes so sweet
As long as it’s forbidden - that’s the criteria to meet.
Taboo is exciting, it’s a dangerous game
Which makes it all the sweeter when they chant my name
All hail to me!
Can’t you see?
If you don’t bow down, you’ll be hung from the tree.
The tree from whence the apple came.
This proves to be a fulfilling game.
Deceit & manipulation call my name
For those who don’t follow, will take the blame
Although they may not challenge my rule, my domain
They must still be destroyed, for my ultimate rein.
No distractions allowed
As the maddening crowd
Is under my spell
Oh I do it so well
Although the orchard at home is fruitful & plenty
The envy of all, yet makes me feel empty
Another’s fruit I choose to devour
Possessing someone else’s apple I show my power
The game is control, & power… & ego
Mine constantly needs feeding
Inflicting pain for my own gain
Spreading the reach of my possession
Distraction deceit
Seeds planted
Entrapment
23 November 2015. 6:30am
(2015)
