Whipped To a Frenzy

Looking good as you speak those words, marching to and fro like a madman whipped to a frenzy by buzzing black birds stalking and haunting the backdrops to your storyline...all the same yet nothing alike, fair game is glory all for the Reich. Must have been there to destroy their souls must already have had lots of holes... Who could have known the horrors we’d see... through untold memories which never are free Filmed to stand through eons of time some reporting now, there was never a crime coming forward for this inhumane deed cracking mirrors is what brings “God Speed” saw her numbers and stared her down... looked at myself, saw only a clown I could never know what she had to say it wasn’t my time, nor part of her play I tried to remember how it used to be my voice was tired and no longer could see I hold you sacred, all you who died more than just enough, the rest of you lied the perils of life running herself falling ears of desperation, turning blinds eye...