Fulvia by Jakub Zielinski


Thereís no escape from this nightmare...

Whatís that rustle
behind fearís curtain
Which distrupts my life
With a deep bite

Her eyes
Are dead already
But you can still escape
Into land beside our world
Whereís yet no darkness from beyond

Here is no more hope
Everything smells rotting
And dead priests and politics
Laugh with irony
Into eyes of man feeding pigs
Nearby misty cemetery...

...we shall live in terror now...

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