Funeral of our souls
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You can’t see 10 feet away from the thick white wall of fog, shoutings coming from behind it and the flashing colorful lights all dimmed, diffused through it all.
The wet grey shiny pavement, slightly lit makes the walking harder as there’s no way to coordinate yourself in the pitch black of the night.
A machine gun shoots one by one dozens of heavy bullets, and their metallic sound hits the cement, the desperate voices of men, women, and children as they’re begging to be spared, resound as their voices break and get hoarse from screaming, now reduced to a faint whisper.
Silence!
They’re all dead, all those who believed in those who led them.
This is the cemetery of the soulless and aware who all died together, lifeless corpse over corpse, who all believed and not in the words and some and not.
