Comfort in Control

Headliners

Desensitized society
Flash visions of violence burn into our memories

This is the status quo

Molding virgin consciousness into the next "Jack the Ripper"

Showers of lead shooting stars
Metallic shine breaks the night

Swift, thoughtless motion, spilling forth red ribbon-like tapestries unwinding from a steep overhang

What's that sound?
A crow?

I recognize the sound as it soon fades off, past my egoless frontal lobe

The do gooders, who are as judgmental, as they are stupid

They say monster
They say broken soul

The irony is, they're who built the media headliners
Since age one; doomed from the start

No sympathy for the heinous acts
Funny, they wrote the screenplay

The do gooders; sell violence and preach abstinence
Never a thought of consequence; or be it all in vain?

The snakes retreat to hide from their gently indoctrinated puppets
Their cowardess to be held accountable echoes through their creations

Like father, like son