The Shepherd's Fatal Crook

The nightmares have won the war

Humans have returned to mother earth

Their minds still immersed in slumber

Facts falling upon deaf ears

Fear and ignorance run rampant

There is might in numbers

But only to a certain extent in life

We are herds of sheep

Ignorant, gullible, easy to manipulate

Controlled by a select few

Raised and nurtured for slaughter

Voices of reason are promptly silenced

Brains weaken and go into hiding

Intelligence takes to the underground

Hiding in fear of complete annihilation

If everyone is thinking alike

Then someone must not be thinking

Until finally, the self becomes extinct