Literature, poetry

Abaddon

I can’t stand being without you, today

When the order of Satan is encircling you

To push you away

The blood ritual

Which makes me faint

Why the darkness is pressing you down

It sends needles down my spine

The nature doesn’t have to be made for death

Cristal waters

Green rivers

Little huts

Instead – bloodshed is coming from behind the border 

Escape

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