A Thousand Reasoned

The last time I helped you twas the last. I made necessary arrangements because of the faces pressed against the dark windows. Thousands committed treason they cried lighting bolts they have been privileged to seek out the time of the world. What is so special about this life one life that they gave, you sent them all to their own mothers grave. Printing money no monkeys forgave, forgiven, forbade. They assauted my vagina and made me make. More males like you marched marched on in parades. A Thousand reasons I never felt words like these.