Before me stood
what never could
be a
man.
Just a droplet from
the mass of men...
eyes that have never seen,
with men born and made
machinery.
Why won't he listen to me?
Why don't his ears
hear?
Why don't his eyes
see?
And I could
smash
and break,
and bleed
this being, collapse his body inward...
and there inside
I'm bound to find
it empty of heart and of
mind.
Some Source
corrupts,
controls,
collective flesh
against the
'I'.
Oh can you hear
her forsaken fear?
Among the mass of men.














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