Part II

Sanity leaves and re-arrives
How can I be one with the hive?
The mind enslaving humanity
Blinders on you cannot see

Due to my irregularity
I'm accused of blasphemy
And now what remains unseen
The life that you are tattering

I've no voice left
eternal theft
of the soul
of one's life essence
I can still feel your presence
endless presents
acquiescence
Can't wait 'til
I have severed this
I have not revered this
impermanence
irreverence
Cannot be coincidence
the pertinence
the surges
cannot be random occurrence
the purge in this
absurdness
cannot have any other uses
than these tactful abuses