Fearful Evermore

The smell of the brains decay, infiltrating the inside of the nostrils,

With the stench of anxiety to follow suit, hidden in the shadows of its revolting disguise,

Neither foolhardiness nor arrogance that was blinded by ambition would cause such radical dictation,

But rather the lack of courage for the oppression of unstable chemicals to break loose and manipulate the tranquility of the mind.

The boundaries between reality and fantasy are all but broken,

Woe and strife itself become the supreme dictators of the totalitarian rule,

No rebel dare speak out, less unfathomable pain and fear would send such insurgents to the guillotine of eternal damnation,

So there would be no freedom of will, just the oppression of the majority ruled by the common cause of manipulation.

And so, the master control itself would become a barrel of poisonous chemicals,

No cure would be found and no help to be sought,

For whom would ask for aid from those who know little of pain?

Who would dare strike out against the all-consuming and everlasting fear tactics, perfected by power?