BalanceA Poem by Marina N. Lovrić
The ones yet to be
and the fallen suffocate scattered in the vast fields across this board game It was supposed to be a circle of life , right? But it's an infinite loop said him and killed the ones already dead ; because balance must be preserved You will always lose against him , pawns don't have free will and you still ask yourself if an alive man's soul weighs as much as a dead man's © 2018 Marina N. Lovrić |
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