To See Light

The consciousness is so bizarre right now.
Its games, its reality is so weird. 
The acid dreams come out. 
The demons squeak, laugh, cry.

The virus enters people's hearts. 
They want blood, they are attracted by greatness. 
They live like cattle: half-hungry but drunk. 
It's a piece of pie to throw them into hell.
Their destiny to be left rotting in the bloody swamp of their "Great State".

Their leader, riding the wave, has no idea
that it was not submissive to him. 
He flies headlong on the granite rocks, watching Fata Morgana.
These mind games are too dangerous. 
Mushrooms in the brain is a harbinger of death.

7.38. 06.03. 2021
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© Valentin Luchenko, 2021


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