Some plots are simple, others are complex
terrain is a wreck
Vision myopic, off topic, and chained to dregs
So visceral, the dismissal of all

The maker's sales pitch, bliss to the pious, spread like a virus
And pricked the people with steeples, sacred and fecal
A tragic lull, so beautiful and dull

A break in the norm, discharge and disarm
Send in the money and sell them the arms
A state of illusion and silent alarm

The adoration of idols, how the mind went idle
Such gospel hostile, to survival, and is homicidal
Germination, of a nation, as a rogue
Decimation, of a nation, by the vogue

Coddle the culprits, patrol the servants, and patrons
Tricks and semantics, broadcasted, from secret stations
So visceral, the dismissal of all