The heavy images flow into the iris
Sneakily move past the eyelids
Discreet, travel in silence
Ambitions to decrease the intelligence
Creeps past the lobes, races towards the back of the brain
Stores itself where information was once contained
They rhythm and the beat work together in unisons
The young experiment receives the noise that echoes against it's eardrums
Literature and history begin to become shunned
The control center is captured by the idea and creates an illusion
Where as of now it only contains confusion
Reality and fantasy is nothing but fusion
Leaves the mind in a daze, craze
Off on a foolish rampage
Wishing it was simply a phase
When it is a life long stage
Of stereotypical nonsense and mockery
As if you stand in front of jury
Looked at from the eyes of superiority
Down into those of inferiority
-Sugar.
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