Broken chariot stuck in the mud.
Deathly looking horses are starving,
All they can find here is anger and sorrow –
Desperately waiting for one thing – the end.
Beautiful flowers used to be young,
Used to be pretty – children of God,
But now it all became an empty rotten field –
Such pitiful news to hear.
The rider's head was barbarically stubbed
To lie about somewhere far from the home,
The body is nothing, but a good snack for devils –
You definitely chose the wrong turn, hell yeah.
//28.04.2025
Broken chariot
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