My god, its a crime scene

Clocks strike the red hour
and
time flies by
mute cries cause skies to fall
mute voices scream truths ignored
mute souls sob as
stitched eyes fall apon them
truths unseen
truth hides from light
my god, don't you see?
its a bloody crime scene.
Let's work let's work
time to clean up the mess ups
unless the lies that
spill from disquieted mouths want to fess up.

tried at the stakes
debated
time wasted in our search for truth
its amazing how such
dulled badges seem to shine past glazed eyes
much brighter than the end of our quest that lies in front of us
lies
lies beneath our silent faces
lies
lies for our closed eyes to see
lies
lies covered up the crime scene
lies masked the truth
and let that murdering bastard run free.

~C.I

Poem by Cryptic Ink

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