The Window.

Children in the window of the train made awful noise 

Sounds of cries ill marching trampled beneath crushed

Darken images rays of classic pain remain in the stay

The living picture the God that left us to enter hell

It’s reasoning with helmet in hand stood by and wrote

What was seen and said about the road to hell lay ahead

The tall tower in the shadows as AI echoed mornings rush

Call to the mourn men woman went beyond the slope views

But ring the bell in hand all is well but the day our tear flowed 

The road beyond time but not out of sight of real time exists

The propagandist at its best the worse of worse than the real

Cracked Mirror of tell all now in notice lie in wait and why

Bring upon reason to mobilize and weaken the risks made 

By ill sighted reason solid state can break rescue AI trapped

behind the wrong door where it began should carry warning 

Stuck in muck of things emerges with the wars goings about

Higher grounds hold need to protect the lower farm rich land

Children of the last brigade came upon the Martian Spyware 

Remain in understandingly unchallenged authority believed

The longest and quickest road to hell and reach had a big X

Don’t enter crossed the road and some fell short not forgotten

The smell of death that poison reached my read pondering this

A Blessing and Baptismal seen in the Churches Authority.