Residuals of Mrs. Randal
I remember the room back in that December of doom
Entombed in an illusion, to be exhumed in confusion
Delusion my existence, occlusions fed my persistence
Subsistence through faith, a true coexistence in place
Bass pounds in my chest as alarms sound in the west
Rest is weary as my heart continually beats with a fury
Jury hung my daughters young shell lies in a icky mess
Emptiness pervades me whilst the bastards invade me
Persuade me not, for I’ll never play into your clever plot
Allot my mind & body but you can NOT my eternal soul
Control’s the demon for which you spill & viscously thrust
&’bust my being w/an unsheathed lust. A repeated disgust
Must I continue to live while Denise’s young life is ceased?
Feast on my flesh caged in a stale concrete dungeon of death
Breath defies me in a dark room w/a single beam for support
Contort my reality while a life swatted hangs in the shadows
The Pic shows the residuals of the Randal’s very last visuals
Pixels capture the captured prior to fracture in mental stature
Not sure of their fate Kate agreed to transfer out to Kuwait
Couldn’t wait to surprise her husband the Commander of tanks
Ranks above the rest make this man a true target of ill intent
Insurgents sent out at night to kidnap a sleeping innocence
In a sense this was retribution for a war waged on a whim
Trim the fat as you wish, but we fund munitions by the limb
Grim as it may be freedom comes at a cost. 1 nation under god
Were Ghod’s planned in a Mosque & war’s waged for a cross
Across a barren desert in Iraq another parent’s killed, in fact
Attacked by enemy shells while he learned of his daughters hell
Farewell sweet sanity I bid thee adieu along with my family
Calamity unfolds as a mind erodes due to sensory overload
Bestowed the trophy’s of war my fallen soldier once wore
Abhor the vile teachings that claimed the llves of those I adore
-Found written in blood on a wall of a maximum security sanitarium-
-Bounce