So it is, so it was, the disgust never bakes
Though we do, though we trip, or just hear
Though we act at the rear, and it aches
Abductees don’t uptake, neither lean
In the mocking and cracking of fear
Whatever may fake, it is there if it’s near
The illusion is mere, yet the core of desire
Never sleeps, never rests but resists what it takes
So it was, so it is, demonstration of gears
And the cry in between so it sheers and appears
Non-victims, non-assholes, non-peers
Though it launches its freaks, revolt ever peaks.
