I remember
mission children
before
the devils came
I remember
music and laughter
before
that night of flames
I remember
a priest who pleaded
before
they took his hair
I remember
a maiden girl
before
her screams despaired
I remember
a wind that blew
before
the Hades storm
And I remember
a moon that cried
before
that blood-soaked morn
(Dreamsleep: February, 2026)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
Online) - Published: February 22nd, 2026 08:57
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