@RobynEgg's Poetry Dice Challenge 3000 Wk 10 Entry: The ill-lites/Elites (Original Poem)

They are the Smiling Faces masking their intentions in attendance amongst the tension
Perched high atop the crests, with covert vests of their gated grid-matrix pyramids
They overlook vast fields of lost Sheeple caught in (cotton) concealed secret guilds
Victimizing those who sleep in slumber deep in heaps of murders
Their black magic stems from ancient Egypt, crypts, where Wand-erers travel
Where Scarab Beetles are used for evil, concocting kilos of needled maladies
They package these creations and pass them off to darker pharmacies
Parachuting down the chutes to shoot up us brutes with vaccinations
They twist the natural, disturb the herbs, injecting the seams of green
Some kill over time or are quick as lightning, surging the body with volts of pain
They will make an example, leaving you trampled, in shambles you ramble insane
The public will follow, your body now hollowed; a mystery while questions remain...

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