Cryptik Howling - Hollow

They command, they consume; they crush all in one glance
Tamed ignorance gives me nausea, then I spit
An unending hunger, filled till I vomit it
Manners meaning nothing,
naughty mores wasted through stance

I deplore the faith for the masked sandmen of God
Aware of the self-confined realm they created
I abhor the invisible, but not the blood
Being bounded by death, that, I never doubted

Subconscious used and abused in the paved wastelands
Serving as goods and as words and swords of Damocles
Immortal image impelled and constantly stands
Blacker than void, deeper than seas, greater than God

Mind-numbing knowledge spread en masse,
the starving mob
Man-made comfort satisfy wasted intellect
Instinct repression, patterns, ethics so macabre
Wondering who governs the untaught and the wrecked