The Last 48

The last 48...

Bodies disappeared without a whisper 

No scent..

No outline to be traced

Goned before long 

Forgotten way before now

Just a memory that's too distant to remember how

That last 48

Penetrated cores of the soul

Isolated from a spirit

Destined to bust the seams of hells

Wounded by words

That covers flesh in escalations 

Yes lowers them in tears 

Beyond the the foundation 

That last 48

Marked for death

Before the inhale of the first breathe 

Punished for moving forward

Restrained before adolescence 

Tossed to the wind

Never expected to fly

Just catch wind and be a beacon

Inspire a hope that has been deprived 

The last 48