Fulvia by Jakub Zielinski

There’s no escape from this nightmare...

What’s that rustle
behind fear’s curtain
Which distrupts my life
With a deep bite

Her eyes
Are dead already
But you can still escape
Into land beside our world
Where’s 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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