piątek, 24 lipca 2020

Jeździec Apokalipsy

Dudy.
Dźwięk noży.
Krew lejąca się.

Zabójstwo, morderstwa.
Samoobrona?
Atak. Bombardowanie.

Koniec.
Gorączka okopowa.
Zew do bitwy.
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