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...