Java Hut Poetry

I wrote this in about an hour. Has a pretty deep meaning. Read it slow enough and I swear you'll feel like snapping your fingers while sipping on a mocha-latte. Leave your comments on it, I do love a good critique.

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Xenophobic students crowd the hall
suffocating the passage of verity.
Feigning interest and fueling angst
comforted in the loss of clarity.

A hidden soldier among the ranks
camouflaged with like intentions.
Totally ignorant to being unarmed
having only logical prevention.

Morale moves the fatuous ranger
into realms lucid in selection,
swarming with rapacious parasites
benighted to contingent correction.

Foregoing rational preperation,
leaping out into the shadows.
Presupposition of a blitzkrieg.
Paranoia fills the gallows.

In an attempt for a truce,
the callow adversary schemes.
Wanting to deliberately corrupt
the clear unconcious dreams.

A madien is taken prisoner
inside the corroded fortress,
brainwashed by the emulator
that all seems picturesque.

The mission objective palpable
no time left to prepare,
the final battle has arived
and both parties are aware.

In the last ditch effort
to remove truth from it's cell,
the warriors move out quicky
because of the lunch bell.