Sequences of thoughts.
strung by their lies,
holding each other afloat
in the sea of misdirection.
The formation of misguided,
and misinterpreted words
swallowing up the last bit of your humanity.
The last part that makes you, you.
They stitched their mantras,
into ever crevasse they could find.
Removing and erasing all the bits that gave you freewill
a society of perfectly manipulated machines.
Festering on the addictive lies prescribed to them.
Gearing for war,
he preps his army of un-rebellious soldiers,
who await their cue,
the blaring horn that commences the slaughter.
In a world of obedience,
the soul within fights it’s own battle to survive,
before the soulless take without regret,
and kill without emotion.
They say it takes a village.
Yet, it takes only one to convince them all.