11-26 (world wide whispers)

Words breathe off my fingertips
Whispered from the modem’s lips
Secrets for the lonely souls
As passwords offered up to trolls
Truths in transit to tomorrow
To Armageddon’s spoken sorrow
Broken backs bent breaking bread
For celebration of the dead
Long to be in borrowed words
Joined at the ears this human herd
There comes a time to make you see
How much of you goes into me
The deconstruction of definition
Chaos comes into fruition
And everything you think you are
Is wished upon a shooting star
Like martyrs thrown before the lines
Answers waiting for the signs
In riddling rants and rambling rhymes
Professing good and confessing crimes
A war of words is never won
The Human Race is always run
But for an hour and a minute
You are all and out within it