March Moon
The mad
March moon,
That brings
The seaside
Town massive
Tides,
Of blood
And gore,
Shines on
The old
Oak tree's
Disembodied limbs,
From which
Once crimson
Corpses hanged,
But now
Is only
Used for
Wood to
Burn,
To warm
The pulse
Of shadows...
Submitted: December 03, 2021
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Yeah people are people though. Fuck the west. Fuck myself. Fuck everyone. Fuck people who consolidate power and deliberately withold foreign aid, purely for shady financial motives. Fuck everyone. I just feel like something really bad is about to happen. Like Tianenman Square Massacre (oh wait that never happened, right?) or some shit, brother.
Fri, December 3rd, 2021 11:22pm
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Watch out for exploding reindeer!
Fri, December 3rd, 2021 7:22pmFacebook Comments
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olive tree
lovely melancholy. it is kind of worrying, how concerned people are about the state of the world right now, and the art I'm reading seems almost like foreshadowing for some unspeakable horror to come.
Fri, December 3rd, 2021 11:05pmAuthor
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That's an interesting comment Olive, Certainly I feel I'm watching the decline of the West day by day.Thanks for reading.
Fri, December 3rd, 2021 3:16pm