Web of spiders
Web of lies
Web of intrigue
Web of flies

Caught within a patterned space
Blind to coming death
Illusion made by fetid race
To steal it's own of breath

Motivated by a cause
That's miniscule in scale
Senselessness to their plans flaws
Will surely make them fail.

I think this thought a thousand times
To comfort me in rest
They just commit a thousand crimes
The world's at their behest.