Why do you think you can play God?

What has given you the right to trod

On everyone’s lives and form our mold?

Slap our wrists and take on a choke hold.

You think you can be the world’s puppet master,

Pull everyone’s strings and make us dance

To your song,

All of us stuck in your trance.

Well cut my strings you sadistic tyrant,

You aren’t leading me into your group of masochists.

I don’t enjoy your domination,

Thrusting your vista down my throat

Hoping to throttle me into “order” and submission.

You only cause chaos and anger to flare,

Kill us off, and then ask for our forgiveness,

How do you even manage the guts, why do you even dare?

Why do you think you can play God?

We should have never given you the right to rule.

You, sitting so high and arrogant on your golden throne…

Just watch your back; you’ll be knocked down soon,

Kissed on the side of the head with an even greater stone.

Puppet master will go down with his creation,

Your theater will burn,

And above the ash, we will build again,

But a stage for all of us to act on

Instead of feeling you pull on our arms.

Puppet master will lose his toys

Break too many of his golden boys,

Snap too many limbs in two,

You’ll screw up this scene,

Miss your cue…

And then everyone will make a fool of you.