Blackened rows
Of conscious thought
In heaps, discarded,
Left to rot,

The new is in,
A brilliant trend,
Dont bother thinking
Just watch my friend,

You stall to find
The mind at ease
The bliss of peace
They sell you cheap,

You blindly flock
To their moonlight song
Devoid of truth
You knew so long


Bewarned my friend
The sheep arent free
And the wolves that feed you
Have to eat!,,,,