The puppeteer or the bastion
Waking up to a strange voice telling me that I am
awake/going outside to see the floating masses that has become of my world/
Forward always forward on to the blocks that just appeared
in front of man/Man tells me that my friend is in the road and
a wild hammer appearing out of thin air/I grab the hammer
continuing this awkward forward moving journey as the invisible man
tells me what I am doing/Forward motion one foot in front of
the other when I see shapes/Could this be hope will I find the answers
I seek/No false hope the devil whispers to me it is just the
dead sprit of someone who used to be a human/
I raise my old friend high and smash it on the oddly shaped spirits
head it staggers bringing its sword up into my gut/I fall
into the random floating blocks below me It stands above me
waiting to deliver the final blow the voice says no this is not how
it went/Waking up to a Strange voice
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