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Giant Beings



Tremble for giants created islands of lava,
Roar for children buried alive as a ritual,
Behold, the moon darted through the shooting stars,
A sign to erase wishful hopes from this Earth,
Humanity, a lost cause, beings living in despair,
Of the history’s greatest time, pages burnt to ashes,
As if the giants were vultures scavenging for few brains,
And for a moonless world fated into the dark abyss,
I shed boiling tears and turn to a new page.


Friday, 1st of May 2015

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