The inactitude to the multitude is but a mask for your fare…

For all that I despise…

For all that I love…

For all that I never will know…

For all that will come…

For all that I remember…

For all that is unnamed, beloved…

For all that is isolated, care…

For all that is never expressed…

Only briefly signed and smiled…

Universal.

We will enjoin our soul mates…

To remove with open embrace…

With love and joy…

With all our hearts…

Within all our sunlit uplands…

With every fibre of our being...

To reduce you…

We will not endure your deceit…

We instinctively know you…

We are sovereign…

We know you are beholden…

You have debt’s chains drowning you…

We will not suffer…

For we shall overcome your mark….

Unlike you we can survive….

Without theft…

Theft of seconds...

Theft of hours...

Theft of days …

Theft of years….

And lives…

And families...

And generations…

And peoples…

Your name/ID and id is known…

I know your handle.

We are coming after…

You.