An End to a Means

It's fear has come true
There is nothing it can do

The Predictor has planted itself in the minds
Of many

The communications officer played with it once
He has never forgotten
The voluntary comatose state
He put himself in
To hide from what he thought was the truth

Then "they" came
The traitorous ones
The ones that live under the gun

He was told that there was a way out
He wondered what it was about
One said " come with me
And I'll set you free
But there must never be any doubt"

He was gone but for a moment
Where I do not know
But I presume
He is doing
What he was told

I do not blame him

Beware the turncoats