Puppets

We are not puppets
We all have a choice
To choose our redeemer
The only true voice
But who is it speaking
A dear friend or foe
What is our purpose
Where will we go.

Descended from Adam
Who ruined our fate
We follow the devil
Who's apple he ate
So now we are headed
To life without hope
A hellish existence
Oh how will we cope.

We can be clever
And call on The One
Who died on the cross
To defeat satan's fun
He loves us so dearly
He wants to be part
Of our resurrection
Just give Him your heart.