No survivers saviour...

The light at the end of the tunnel might just be lethal afterall,
Gripping you in all your vulnerable spirit,
Trump of awareness over submerged evil,
White noise to ward away the ghosts of the past...

Artifically drawn intelligence,
Status in a ruined nation,
Unfurled in the most pitiful path,
Washed down with guilt...

Submissive to induced fantasies,
Bought off by woes of adulthood,
Must follow the leader,
Then bite his legs off...

Bureaucracy Mercy

Hidden chambers of discontinues cliques,
Showdowns of the innocent walking the nitty gritty path apparent prosperity.
The lapse of time for the power we had to retrieve,
The instinctive hierarchy.

There's nothing like a true show of power,
Instillation of fear was a cheap thrill of the gods of this castle,
All big fishes in a small pond of insane followers,
Must bow to the subtle hand that lures the people of this cradle...

Innocence has greater adverse effects,
Can drain instinctive maturity,
Thrives for the greater pretense,
Years of triumph at the mercy of hollow bureaucracy..