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ОглавлениеMadness
gazing into the distance,
the wind pressing against
our shoulders, the black
crows thickly flock in the
darkness of a world strutting
intolerance of difference in
an endless season of religious
madness. in the procession
of the dead, the hell hung for
us by pious killers for view
in the bloody public squares,
speak the end. under this
threatening cloud lives
whisper through the deafening
silence stories of unrecognizable
human beings who mount truth
with violence in the name of
blood-spilling Gods. you born
beneath the bright enormous star,
why not come to us now?
