Dear intelligence agents.

How do you live with yourself?
How do you live with those you purport to love?
How can such collective destructive, evil behaviour be suppressed?
Or rather does it leek through your suit and tie?
Does it escape when you least expect it?

Trapped in priveledge and comfort
Your inner soul contaminated, fracked
It leeks through the strata and contaminates your ground water
The comfort you have from believing you are right
Is a cold hard bed as you sleep always alone at night

Your soul contaminated from before you could think
It seems your just a punk bitch of the illuminati
Too afraid to have your own thoughts
Too afraid to let your hearts well purify
Your waters remain stinking and polluted by crude oil

Crude oil that haunts your dreams and your touch
It haunts how you interact with your family clan
Your part of the elite, who only know delete
When will you find the courage to just plain be
To throw away the sneer scarring your heart and to heal it by embraceing love