Your fallacies were let known
So as your walls crumbled so did your facade
and as looked through the rubble and dust,
I saw a child 
Its only possesion a golden whistle
This child stould for hours in the sun,
But no matter how much the whistle shone
  He was never found
And for the days that he attempted to be heard
  His s.o.s. was to no allure
And so i witnessed this bieng build a shelter of flesh,and once in he seldom came out
But the living become animalistic once enclosed
 And society does not take kindly to beasts.