Phantasrealismus

hell is beyond the grey blocks –

the desert where no human skeletons

resisted to erosion, but became part of

the screams represent the only voice

of those suffering souls

that moan when the sun rises

this morning is different

no more whispers before the attacks

nor guns spitting fiery ashes

just the awaiting under the frightening

feeling of justice in each unconquered mind

rules the tormented hordes

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I make my way through the minuscule magnets –

those tiny mechanisms fly away

tomorrow I won’t be the same

© Marius Surleac