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Borg-Hive Intruder
In another plane of perception There is a doppelganger of me Who is disconnected from the hive And a lifetime of reacting Where I still my mind As I focus my intention And my understanding of boundaries Is honed almost to perfection Casting aside our creativity Over what we cannot change Placing a value on everything Judgments and prisons the same I view this current society As assimilated as the Borg Judging itself as only servants Attaining exactly what we ask for But there's no judgment in that What we ask for, we receive And my infrared laser is attached Pointing at all that I believe And if I convert you Your brain will be quickly wired As sure as resistance is futile Soon you will understand my world Yet I feel a disturbance Somewhere deep inside of me Aided by some unseen courage I look around in horror to see Then I hear a familiar voice Telling me not to react As my blood is turning to ice In the hive of cold, hard facts But in a state of repulsion I rip out all the cords And begin running for my life From the blind faith of the Borg And as I run I hear my voice That comes from behind the mask Saying the road to doubt is narrow And even fewer there are that find this path
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