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Minos

When your life is over,

You are placed

Before a court,

So that it decides

Your fate in the afterlife.

 

Each of days

Starts with a long queue of shadows.

They stand before me in fear

Of losing their freedom

And going to hell.

 

I entitle them

To joy of suffering,

And define their

Posthumous future.

 

It's another part

Of a labyrinth

That I go through.

My poetry doesn't reflect my feelings. It mostly stems from observation and communication with the others and sometimes from long days of readin
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