A...Hearses....Vengeful Fire

The ride started at the very beginning. I ride waiting, I don't watch.I am to tired. I clean up the worst of your messes. What else can such pitiful creatures, do to one another. Once I looked forward to my visits, as would any loving parent, yet, parent's should not be able do this to each other, unless they were never parent's. I watched your parent's raise you.I know they would have gone to jail based upon the known hypocrisies flouted now. It is always the case without exception, that the executioner, jailer and such dwelling they within, killed, falsely held, nightmares inside born to inflict upon others. One country so desensitized of itself has deluded oneself into thinking, that the maze of fences within thier mind, without beginning, never an ending each year, asking me to put the pieces of your children and family, back together while they walk upon the bloody edges in pink, for the men and black, for the women, silks stocking, never dirty or soiled, yet changed much to frequently as with the cargo that a hearse pursues.