Online journal capturing the moment and the memory of moments. A meadow meditation. |
| Paved with gold ... but no one cares... no angels here. The roads leading to Hell are empty; but, the bars are full. Sad stories of shame or blame, but — never taking into account that in every story, they — were the one who was always there. Center of Creation. Maelstrom of Destruction. The Roads to Hell are paved with gold; but, nobody's sober enough to care. © Kåre Enga 2024 (9.oktober.2024) [181] 10 lines Inspired by
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