The Ghosts and the Truth
finally die
because how can man want
to exist in so many hells
those he encounters
and more that he creates in fantasy.
leave everything to our ghosts
if this world is only a quick illusion
a silly dream that crumbles in the sun
the happier they will be
flying over the skies free of us.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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