It descended upon the masses cloaking them completely
Welcomed like a warm blanket in winter into every home
Deception wasn’t necessary: they blindly followed down the path
Like a contagion it spread into a pandemic
The masses fell victim by their own actions
Never questioning, never opposing
Soaking in everything through rose colored glasses
Taking their destruction upon themselves
Only a few are immune to the threat
Those that seek and are not led
Salvation for the masses is a hopeless endeavor
Count them among the dead and cut your ties
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Para Morbid : Beside Disturbing : A Look Inside
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