Neighbours Joy
Well...
I won't tell truth
we are the moths
of everlasting glow
before almighty
fiery tongue
would nail us
to the wall
we are the fume
of ashen thoughts
we won't fetch truth
nor we embrace
the lies of world
and yes...
we will consume
our neighbours blood
their pride and joy
of who they would become
or those they never join
- if only tear could rise upon
in order to smoothly blow
what’s called: a furious gate of hope
(By myself, this night...)
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