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 a part
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 torpid minds
Catapulted ever faster by the arrow of time