Songs Of Sorrow Poem by Sarah Crouch

You show what shouldn't be seen.
What others don't wish to remember.
You show what was, what is and what will be.
You decide the fate of men.
Their demise.
You force them to watch what they have done to deserve this punishment, the agony of those around them, and the future of pain they will suffer.
Watching their horrified reactions.
Then you force them to endure the torment they have been watching for so long.
At the end they are mindless drones, reset so you can massacre their lives again and listen to their screams for help like your favorite song on repeat.