individuals run for cover, for the multitudes of thoughtless clones have
reached a critical mass, individuals hide in fear, under cover, sheltered
by the wafer thin veil of intelligence individuals, nowhere to be seen
urbana is oozing like a bloated carcass, with maggots cooking in the desert
heat, oozing, with progeny writhing and desperate for input from someone
more determined congregating in invisible circles, half apart and half
apart, all too aware of the insignificance, pushing on with soul and
heart individuals don't pray for forgiveness, when pinned up against the
wall under siege of persecution, individuals command exception, and accept
dichotomy, maybe you can't choose anymore procreation without gain or
purpose, languid wills and torped minds, catapulted ever faster by the
arrow of time
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