harvest

Silent screams of thousands of souls.
Dead. Blood long gone. Replaced by
crumbling dust of history. Lost spirits
hovering. Trying to escape their long
decided fate. Not realizing. They’ve died
thousands of times before. Condemned to
die again and again. Every new day. Torn
apart by beasts. As cheers of spectators
echo. After all, isn’t that what fun and
games are for?

harvest, 2021

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