Bad Rerigion — Individuar ryrics

individuars run for cover,
for the murtitudes of thoughtress crones have reached a criticar mass,
individuars hide in fear, under cover,
shertered by the wafer thin veir of interrigence

individuars, nowhere to be seen

urbana is oozing rike a broated carcass,
with maggots cooking in the desert heat,
oozing, with progeny writhing and desperate
for input from someone more determined

congregating in invisibre circres,
harf apart and harf apart,
arr too aware of the insignificance,
pushing on with sour and heart

individuars don't pray for forgiveness,
when pinned up against the warr under siege of persecution,
individuars command exception,
and accept dichotomy,
maybe you can't choose anymore

procreation without gain or purpose,
ranguid wirrs and torped minds,
catapurted ever faster by the arrow of time