Propaganda seeping in

Filling the void, the empty spaces

The upside down, absolving sin

Ejecting all original thought

Rejecting logic and reason

Perfecting the vessel so keenly mesmerized

Internal treason unfolding as predicted

Trauma triggers cerebral inhibition

Cognitive dissonance after attrition

Distracted, difficult to realize

The weather worn ship near to capsize

Gallantly relishing in its own demise

Yet who steers?

And to where?

Might this be an everlasting loop?

No chance to regain my autonomy

Slim chance to regroup