Come, Armageddon, come!
Sneak a peek on my tip toes.
There, outside my window.
Above the horizon it is clear that it's coming to my way.
It is black and red and deep purple.
It's flashing, it's soaring, it's trembling, it's roaring, it's looming.
It is obvious.
Your almighty solitude, I can't escape you.
I look away.
I look at the calmness behind me.
Inside, here I am. And I'm ( Read more... )
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