The parasites

The parasites are always watching.

Waiting for their next victim.

Searching for the next prey to be picked away at.

They feast on our sadness, our insanity, our madness.

It fills them with divine joy.

Why should it? They are no longer human. They gave that up for what?

A small slice of authoritarianpower over a few pixels on a screen.

Yet when they leave their small caves and enter into the outside world,

they demand the same respect and authority as those above them.

Those who are not corrupted.

So they take out their anger on the innocent.

Yet they tell themselves they are right in their aims.

But they are not.

Can you not see this?

For they have blinded many with their viciouspowers.

They must be stopped.

The question is can you see their tyranny?