Much before.

Much before we spoke,
trees talked with winds.
Dried leaves fell on roads,
stepped upon, they talk,
Was it always a monolog?
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Much before the Clocks,
time wheeled the same,
it saw, felt, remembered,
and webbed an endless yarn.
Did time imagine reality?
Are we a fairy tale?
Continue reading “Much before.”

Killers

They killed in the name of almighty.
With every kill, they helped him,
cleansed his lands,
doing what he(all powerful) couldn’t,
lending a hand to the feeble god.
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Just because priests preach it
going out killing your god is not faith.
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