Wordless
Silence came to me. The word was suddenly empty, and the dialogue numb.
I wasn’t sure whether I was in a dream or elsewhere.
When I heard the bombings, I was reminded of democracy in destruction. Of shamelessness.
Fragmentation. Vacuum.
History disappears. To what, right?
There is nothing but one word; extermination.
And Lies! Fuck those bastards. Shameless Rats.
This time no one can close a door. It’s a narrow, opening to something else.
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