The Poets Assasin

Morning fog that rolled in, like A table cloth that folded in, like Sins before we tried to hide, like Baby boys that cry and scream high, like This poet that sings his deadly charm, like This poet that brings his know it all yarn, like He sows their ears shut closed, like A man who calls his own, like Hitler....like seek heil i hear his name chant loud, like a rainbow with no gold to be found, like seeing this world be frown with tears, like hearing the sons of dead mothers fear, like seek the man who killed us near like seek heil seek heil seek the grim reaper seek him to sleep her and cut his voice down so the young boys can repair and noone will fear this poets sincere or so he would like you to think when its near that dagger of truth that buried in your back as this poet now lies on the floor, like a dead angel does but with no one to implore, like when the earth stopped and revolved the wrong door, like you... i... seek heil nomore he now lays dead on the pennyless life i created for your heart.... start... stop.... flop.... seeking seeking stalking walking the clocks of his ancestor stopped the tic tocking as time died with the seek heil rocking now i fly with my doves as i am flocking to a place where seek heil and the world stops, like my love for the people that used their rock, like destruction wasnt enough for post death seek heil seek heil now we may all take our last breath the poets assasin has relieved us of him of you of me of love of greed of ...... human