Some plots are simple, others are complex   terrain is a wreck   Vision myopic, off topic, and chained to dregs   So visceral, the dismissal of all      The maker's sales pitch, bliss to the pious, spread like a virus   And pricked the people with steeples, sacred and fecal   A tragic lull, so beautiful and dull      A break in the norm, discharge and disarm   Send in the money and sell them the arms   A state of illusion and silent alarm      The adoration of idols, how the mind went idle   Such gospel hostile, to survival, and is homicidal   Germination, of a nation, as a rogue   Decimation, of a nation, by the vogue      Coddle the culprits, patrol the servants, and patrons   Tricks and semantics, broadcasted, from secret stations   So visceral, the dismissal of all