Mud Poem by Theorem The Truth Serum

In through the vein,
u give us mud.
U clog our world with clouds.
U make us a slave 2 u.
We can no longer process,
our mind has disappeared.
We live off instinct.
I can feel that we
are going 2 die soon.
We have ingested 2 much mud.
We are no longer slaves,
we are zombies that crave u
more than the things we once loved.
I ran out of money and started writing.
I had 2 get my mind off of the mud,
u take over my mind like a mudslide
does a highway during a winter collapse.
U do not care what u do to me as long as
I am your devoted slave and zombie.
How can we kill this mastermind,
this viral controlling mainframe?
Will the mud ever go away and leave
our world alone or is it stubborn
thinking it can control all of us?