Behind the man’s dull blank eyes, Confusion grows in power,

Confusion grows,

Taking over the man,

The man runs trying to flee from the laughter of Confusion.

An alley seems to be the best spot for this losing fight,

The man lays letting the rain try to aid his warbound mind,

Questions continue to surface,

What is truth?

The man no longer knows,

All he can do is stumble back home with a white flag raised. 

Confusion has won again,

He walks triumphantly through the thousands of minds he has conquered,

He looks at all the poor helpless souls,

All the minds that he has demanded control,

Those that needed clarity,

All the minds that he cried, “SURRENDER!” too.

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