And the world in ruin
flames of false hope,
death spread wide
corpses spread all around,
and souls will explode
while I witness
the final moments
of this decaying world
cursed to burn
since the day
civilisation began.
And when they will call
help from their sufferings
it will be too late,
nothing will come
no god
no hope,
but the furious
slow scythe
of the ruler
of life
and death.
(July 2021)
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Abisso
Poésie"Sinking in the ocean of tears and sorrow" The soul, a painting of shades and emotions, fleeting and evanescent. So complex understanding every fragmented side of it, and like autumn leaves, who we are, slowly vanishes away. The only memory left of...
