Molding of the Mind

They run through the forest with lifeless grace
The mental zombies from altered time and space
Their prey is nothing more than a weak minded fool
Ignorance is their armor and hatred is their tool
They prey on the foolish and destroy men with glee
Then release the fools and convince them that they are free




© 1994, William R. Craft, Jr. All Rights Reserved
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