What does it all mean?

They try to incorporate their thoughts to me make me into some inhuman sub-death.  Who bluntly walks among the living not progressing my needs, my wisdom, my extricates.  Where do I run, hide or escape them.  They follow me from hither and yonder they think I am not as observant as the other's.  I see them staring at me from behind their glass houses, their medieval grins don't scare me.  I'm blind to them I am death to them, I fear nothing of them.  They walk amongst us with their evil twisted schemes to beckon us to believe to capture us under their mystical powers and make us walk internally in silence.