A Peek Behind The Veil

An Army

One thing remains the same
The desire to survive
To feel comfort and avoid unpleasentness
This picture unfolds to the observant eye

Perfect random diversity
With common thoughts and feelings
Under direct control we assimilate
Separate from the restless rabble

And without our recognition
Interaction becomes scripted
Behaviors are imitated
One person passes imperceptively into another

Blurred individuality and self expression
It has become more than a solitary oath
Or similar skills learned
But also a mold placed around our minds

Shaping our beliefs and inserting its own
A network, a cult, an army
A true brainwashing