Even lacking the will to power
I
can generate this repeated fluctuation
Double
the black outs
Half
the capacity
Mindlessness
and conspiracy
And
then a
Slam
on the back of the head
A
boot falling
A
hand pushing
And
then a reaction
And
then nothing except silence and pain
Grey
fog lifts to reveal slobbering wrecks
Of
humans
Staring,
gormless
It
is not us
It
is never us
It
is and has always been
Them
FTW.