The Spider

The spider of past have threads spun
Hidden here it preying have begun
The thread is spun amongst human beings
It blinds their eyes but show partial things
Choking the nerve to numb it down.
The spider with its bites preys every town.
The depth of books is now pages of fear
And spider listens motionless and clear
And philosophy with a requiem brings
Command of the spiders' offsprings
The mind falls at its minions' tangles
Suffocates more as it dares and wrangles
The doers have now terror shown
As they suck it all and suck to stone.
The slaves to Master with pleasure see
As it continues to spin forth and spins in glee.