Everything against
No room to breathe
Options discipated
From another's disease
Cloaked as ideas
Control an illusion
We've all known
But sickness us
Keeps to play
Know not one
Another's way
Look we've become
Sow seeds so numb
Layered in culture
Survivalists cult
Of days passed
Oneself to all
Those whom lay
Know not of soul
Til daze Til cold
Then cry we may
Bucolic praise