It started with a flash
that quickly turned to smoke;
reminiscent of the past
and all the lies that you spoke.
Coax the herd;
poison the feed.
Sell the cure;
harvest the need.
A cook and a vial,
a need and a choice;
poured in the poison
and took away their voice.
Shepherd the weak;
poison the wells.
Make them all drink
until the fix sells.
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