Grouper Rd

I'm staring at you through the windows. Watching you move in place. A target to miss within the shadows. We fantasize about the future we face. With little more than a spike to the forehead. Mythologies die and another's replaced. A mass delusion begins to follow. With little to no effort and then it's spoon fed. People go headless and begin to swallow. Violence breaks out then reason is dead. Once reason is thrown to the wolves. Logic stops and faith takes hold.