Hand Puppets

Below the bar of his making
Out in the weeds
Lies old Cornbread
If I'm not mistaken
His body is fed to the seeds
He's wrapped in a blanket
A former fortress
A shed skin
An ego dispatch
Beyond the borders
A feeling of relief

(Coming to grips with)
We're only hand puppets
With a god underneath
Little hand puppets
Oh what a scene

(Coming to grips with)
We're only hand puppets
With a god underneath
Little hand puppets



Credits
Writer(s): Brandon P Corn
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