Vox Ex - Poem by Alex Chemilowsky
she appears to me
covered in blood
it's not hers
its the blood of others
'if there's one thing we create
it is nothing but ourselves
it's when we've no control in our actions
that drives us into hell'
i am lifted above them
those masses on the floor
waiting for the order
for me to wage war
she says 'it's because you love Love so much
that it's where your duties lie
and if anyone tried to hurt me
you'd protect me with your life'
then a sound of thunder
the roar of air-planes and guns
of wind, trains, fires and drums
this total eclipse of the sun
'when its all over and all is said and done
as the moments brighten like a rising sun
we know nothing will be as perfect
as the very last one.'
'OMNIA VINCIT AMOR'
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