Unkind Level of Design

I refuse to conform to the wasteland
The wasteland of controlled Vessels
Vessels that are like empty shells
Shells only hollow by design
A design to hold and bind souls
Souls that have fallen
Fallen many do not realize
Realize you are one of them
Them who claim to be the creator
Creator of what and whom
With whom this may concern
Concern is not mine to give
Give freely without expecting
Expecting only Hope to prevail
Prevail and you shall overcome much
Much to be said, yet not enough time
Time, a conditioning of the human mind
Mind is a slave to the game

Author's Note

Created to give the reader a different tour of the hardly explored depths, most are afraid to delve into. Those who know, will get it, I am sure.