Week 3: Asylum 0-1 vs. Innovator 1-1 [Inno 3-1]

[asylum]

Eyes close and shut as part of the impending problem.
Addendums never tend to solve ‘em, as the door revolves and stores the contents.
Adding amendments, like we’re in attendance to the nonsense we’re fed.
Maybe some other vital organs absorb these foreign contents inside big aggras bed,
don’t stray too far from the truth.
Lots’a dots get criss crossed, but that’s lost in the news.
Just use up the time your allotted and cruise, forget thoughts that you knew,
they thought what you’d see have no connection, no time for reflection,
but this plot’s consumed.
weighing in the endless scene that seem to blends the beams into sheets of grey,
can it be their bottoms show repeated names on mailboxes across aristocracy way?
Who said we’re pawns?..
Who says the dawn comes after night, and the skies blue from the ocean, those are notions,
these solvents dissolve our world’s problems.
our only options to oxidize all pests and vermin. These tests confirm it.
I stay blind, can’t forget the way shine opens the veins to let in the white lightning.
Tried crying, yet stay frightened, far away from enlightened, living in disillusion.
Fed from a hamster bottle of ill reputed key witnessed convoluted corporate opinions,
on it I suckle, forming my own dwarfed supportive decision.
Conformative vision ignores forewarned shores envisioned by swarms of petitions,
While their decisions are assured as true by those engorged by society’s normative “living.”
let me ask you, "in the end, who’s forgiven?"