What Corrupts, Continues

When do men turn in monsters?
I’ll tell you its when the cost is just enough.
For victory is all that masses want to taste.
Stand against and you’ll be erased.
By hands of the many pretending to be a few.
Truth is so many are after a view.
Twisted conscious shared not divided.
If only more could see they are misguided.
Fixed on a path that leads straight to doom.
Surrounding their minds in fathoms of gloom.
Weaving a web that will trap them first.
Guaranteeing that their sacred bubble will burst.
Until what remains will be only rot and decay.
Right around the time their hearts turn to grey.
By the time they realise it’ll be far too late.
Their future will have been sealed by the many hands of fate.
Using nails to claw back what is owed.
Whether they’re in hiding or out on the road.
For deliverance is never on a short leash.
If you are its target then these blades you will meet.
As predator can always be turned into prey.
Perpetuating a system that will continue to strip goodness away.