Beyond The Looking Glass Poem by Marxist illuminatti

Hither......
bodies quiver
under the weight
Twist and twirls of fate
Marry go round
immeresed in this pressure
never wish to be found
Permit my corpse to lay waste
A solome morning has it`s distaste
For minds to young to
comprehend
the true malevolence
of an evil man
Soundly drifting away
Far from the scortching rain
That relieves nothing
Skies that see nothing
therefore are nothing
more than storage for dreams
That now seem quite out of reach
How she bled
only to be cleansed
once again
Who`ll ever know?
What grows beyond the looking Glass;
how this story unfolds
Forever untold
Lay your head to rest
lulaby my baby
hope
to sleep tight
sweet goodbye
Tarnished by the sins
Of a horrorific crime
Torrents of agony?
Circumfrenced in rage
She was only five?
But he couldnt wait................