Perhaps...

[Objective]

Masked intentions bicker to a zany road
ingraved in tones of never answered telephones.
The vast suspension clones these hollow beasts
that feeds on human flesh and common needs.
A shamans aloe vera leaves recieved with warning laughter
expose the souls that mock beliefs with hearts that bleeds the morning after.
The core of more disaster burns the roots to men of reason,
it turns and loots feelings with ease as dignity has left this season.
Also known as human treason is the kids of coerced darker paths,
followed by a bath in sin their mind within is cursed by a martyr's wrath.
Only Lucifer can do the math of absuive gentlemen,
I for one do not support the intrusive mental den
with groups of people that disguise insanity,
or perhaps it's just that I don't like humanity.