Verlecia fields

Smith's And Alzheimer's

standing at the end
of a real life
open-eyed nightmare
is a group of, broad-day, mind killers

how many of my kind have you time-warped
into sanity...
who gave you the wights
to strip away my rights
when i(I) have committed no crime

dirty are my Intravenously, Musically poisoned entrails
that have been molecularity sinned, and thoroughly chewed through

i (I) am in horror
of my in entombment of the mind
and could not believe
that in passing are vines of venomous deceitful
crawling witnessless, by way of pushing carts in Stores of Alzheimer's

i(I) am ashamed
for i(I) have shamed my ancestors
for they are genetically murder
and i am of the walking internally controlled

your crimes will build you my tall buildings of glory
but time will lay waste to your deceit
and the earth will swallow your offspring's
reputations in a world of knowing
for you can only hide so long from the truth...

this a Declaration of war of the Alzheimer's kind
when i leave this earth and no longer hold breath
i shall stand at the abyss
with weapon in hand
and we will be of equals
on the battle field of light
and you and your shall taste the innermost part of retribution

aka: lyricvixen

Poem Submitted: Friday, June 22, 2012
Poem Edited: Friday, June 22, 2012

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mind-control, on the real!
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