People nourish the fear
Hate, lies, prejudice
Manipulable
No doctrine
Violable
Mental carnage
You make your game
Throws the bait
Satisfies your craving?
A large fire
Begins with a tiny spark
Sickly instinct
Cerebral torture
As smooth as wine
As substantial
As sweet as your own poison?
Always so invasive
So possessive
But now as shallow
And who looks now
Imagines and waits
Your worst happens finally
One good sensation crops out
Many things imaginable?
So what?
All possible chastisements?
And why?
What you planted
And with mad love you nursed
Now you reaps and you savor
Fruits of their "crazy work"
Anguish and pain
His action brings you
Chain reaction
Who plays with fire
If ignites
The mind is a dangerous toy
This it was your game