Its uneven, seeing something no longer vaunted haunted standing empty spaces.
Its falling, falling poor things all things,
falling in formation badly, calling all those faces.
There there still calling, all those falling bodies,
all ways dropping hoping, poor things never stopping,
nothings still it seems. Soon dreams will be last thing
ever seen. All things dropping faster falling freely really, real screams

screened by rushing winds whistling:
Wind lessened with things traveling fast,
miss i'll be, for ever cast away today will be .
Remembered for ever more, as down to Earth they fell.
Calling. Poor things-falling, all think appalling thoughts

Seeking the very words to speak.....
Air is all that leaks
Falling everywhere there they are all scared.
Ensnared by solid air. Not stopping, dropping.
Falling oddly lonely, for not only they that knew,
Life for them; My friend. Too-soon: ended hoping,
On arrival with the ground,
many many more will be found smiling.

Having all of each faith. Ascended-mended. Our men
For before they hit hard ground.
Life's last answer they had found.
Contentment-Rendered. Start to hit ground-fast.
Viscera on cars. Among-Glass and concrete shards.
Bodies lain Displayed-broke Is all this blood and gore,
soaking into side walk, wasted tokens of false truths.

Out-Spoken Die pig dogs is what was screamed.
By those that did these deeds expecting soon to be Martyred. Like Gods from this slaughter.
Slaves slay to be praised,
but since they got it backward-awkward
Yes the reverse 'dog ' is active.-

Whose wrath they will face?. perhaps if it was me...
Perverse God would I be..
Those who cried 'die pig dogs die'
will for ever more be, nothing
N:b no part of history's
Hysteria now is here. For with words like swords.
G.I pie god arose aroused then swore asking
for avenging angels to be called forth.

Yet vengeance is mine the law of Lord once said, to all.
The US the Eagle state irate,
cold in its calculations now has spoken.
Words in statements of con-dam-nation
Man and Mammon met.
Yet now all can see that the war that all saw,

left sores by the score,
cut deep ingrained with the pain of
what was then explained as true,
presented then to daily news by those that construed,
truth as they saw fit, just a little bit which byte?
Yes for what we saw that night,

was only what they knew would get their message through,
who is the question now feeds from the fatted cow.
Now pow wow is over. A n other no longer bothered .

Oh brother God help us now.

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