Night of the Long Knives

NIGHT OF THE LONG KNIVES II To your mind's eye, I lay what I may choose, to be the only way you'll ever find, you'll never have the choice to win or lose, but go the way I put into your mind. What evil lurks? You'll never feel the grip of what I only say between each line. To lead you on, the vagrant of a ship of soul, but destined to the will of mine. Forgotten Swastikas still fly at night, protected by all time and Horsemen Four, they'll soon be loosed again, in all their might and feed upon man's need for time of war. And I will put these things into your head, to change it all, from life, to living dead. Democracy is what God's given you, and you have loved each minute in your haste, you'd have it all, yes everything I do, your treasure chest is overflowed with waste. And you've forgotten how the world is burned, night of the long knives never comes to mind, forgotten in the past where you've not learned, the history is there, not yours to find. I am the master of what is your fate, in social dominance, I claim it all, and you will never see until too late, Intimidation's made the way you'll fall. And I will change all things there in your head, to bring about the life you'll live to dread. © ron wilson arbuthnot aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet