They

Bleed as you will martyr, for naught shall avail you,
 eyes ever bleak, scarred by Winter's crooked claw.
 Broken! The mirror returns your most wicked stare
 Carry your tune to the well too far to tread.
 SILENCE! They demand of the unwashed before them
 still your tongues, lest your leper-minds betray!
 Dark though your sorrows, these depths you shall never see.
 Your idols are crumbling, burned to dust!
 Shackled in thrall, in fear we trust;
 her voice on the winds speaks of fire, death, blood!
 They.
 Warned.
 You.
 Safe 'neath the watchful eyes of a malignant mind
 In strains against the maelstrom, caught in webs of light.
 The hive ever-watchful. Ever in wait.
 Deep within those catacombs, yet the end is in sight.
 To comprehend the great answer, we created the lie