NEEDLEWRITER

Peek through the eye of a needle


Poem “War”

The space, the time. 
What is their Crime?
Stood like Virtue to see your Fortune.
Blood, Blood, Blood
Unfortunately - everywhere.
See the horror if you want.
Even the stones have started to bleed.
Becouse of Thee, Because of Thee!
Unbeliever, unseen, unheard of - Lost brethren because of thee - War.


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