Vaults Of Vultures

Prying open,
The vaults of vultures.
Buried to hide in various places.
And participating,
Had been victims under buses crushed.
Loyal to the one disguised.
As an eagle flying high.
With an eye focused upon,
More lives to destroy.
To fraud and deny,
A priority to deceive...
Even those supporting not to know,
They were setup to eventually be...
Enemies to be eaten,
By the one they professed...
Steadfast loyalty to pledge,
In a kept secret ceremony.

Prying open the vaults of vultures.
Dusted to uncover,
Various images.
Of a narcissistic fed to feed ego.
Owing status and wealth to obtain it,
Through charm and wit.
With doses of excessive yet accessible B.S.
The only ingredients needed to trick,
Anyone dazed and dazzled to ignore...
An absence of competence.
Distant from intelligence.
Or common sense to recognize.

'Remember...
No matter how ridiculous and foolish,
My directives to you may be.
You are to do what?'

'Follow them,
Your Majesty!'

However...
This lieing vulture flying high.
Disguised as an eagle.
Capable to destroy lives.
Even those most loyal.
And followers addicted,
To ruining themselves and others.
Done to do to receive and please,
The admiration of vultures hypnotized.
Picking them apart to enjoy the pleasure,
Of burying their unconscious...
And lifeless minds,
In vaults to use to puppeteer at any time!
Has been a ritual to hide,
The effectiveness of the drugging.