For Kesab... When ugliness is brought to bear and the unthinkable becomes reality when hands are washed but still dirty while slaughter takes a backseat to vanity as the world frets about the size of its ass another soul surrenders as its tortured flesh breathes its last.. And there will be no flowers no fancy marble inscribed in gold just a shroud of threadbare comfort covered with pillaged clay and the screams that went unheard as we looked the other way.. because the unspeakable had no business carving its bloody images on the canvas of our imagination.... A.c.d Inspired by my friend Silva Zanoyan Merjanian whose words seep into my soul x
Posted on: Tue, 01 Apr 2014 16:23:15 +0000
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