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Disjointed World

Ruins and dead children, black rage, soulless stars,
pelting rain of iron and mercury, the earth is burning up and writhing…
Are we automata or are we humans? Are we perfect or are we animals?
Fleshes are melting, limbs are falling apart,
stone is splitting and cracking, the buckled arch is shattering…
The little angel has lost his look in the ossuary with cartilages.
With regret, I open my half-shut eye to stare at this blurred fading world…