They took me away
They took me downtown
They beat out my senses
Glad I can't hear this sound
The sound I imagine
Grotesque and demented
Merciless soldiers
Strike down the tormented
With purpose unfounded
And reasons unexplained
Blood on their hands
Their sender unnamed
They kick and they stomp
They turn out my pockets
My arms and my legs
Pulled out of their sockets
Broken and belittled
Immobilized and stunned
I am left with an answer
But of sense it makes none
"You ask why we beat you
Why we tear at your limbs
Destroy all that you value
Subjected to a whim
From who were we sent
You seem not to be aware
But the answer to this question
We shouldn't have to share
This act may not be justified
Or fair in any way
But it's what was asked of us
Just the other day."
"For now we are finished
We completed what we came to do
But, I will answer your question
We were sent by you."
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