The torrid fumes rise
The ashes lie
The sunken images compromise
Hidden behind their plastic disguise

Fifthy thay breach ones own instinct
Crafty settling in to preach
To gain respect only to be left
Craving the true aspect

To rectify
Dipose of all their poisonous lies

When the truth floods in
It guts the diaries
Dark and grim

Hence the brain rearranges
Tearing through the stages
That were instilled through out the ages

Shaking this world as we know it
Like a can of soda
It's ok until one decides to open it
Then it burst with a messy explotion

Most don,t mind
Eventually in time it fizzles down
and their ready to enjoy it
Even the fools that won't
are left afloat in it's residue

Sticky it clings and continues to bring about
A minds reroute and in the heart it stations
Thus spreading amongst the nations,
In vast accumulation

Countless have come to rely on it's massive supply
Even beyond what we have all realized