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you run away tripping over protruding roots graves dug up everywhere you hear the sound of a harp summoning you to return you look up and see the shadows of the moon hands forming a silent prayer mother nature tell me where you buried your child I want to visit them as a sacrifice the wind tears at your hair you turn around and meet the gaze of hungry wolves you trip over a tree and fall into eternal suspension doomed to be torn apart the wolves' fangs tear out your heart, serving it on a platter to the gods and when your mother lifts your barely open eyelids her laughter fills the void left by your heart filled with promise the whisper of worship
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
The whisper of worship
you run away tripping over protruding roots graves dug up everywhere you hear the sound of a harp summoning you to return you look up and see the shadows of the moon hands forming a silent prayer mother nature tell me where you buried your child I want to visit them as a sacrifice the wind tears at your hair you turn around and meet the gaze of hungry wolves you trip over a tree and fall into eternal suspension doomed to be torn apart the wolves' fangs tear out your heart, serving it on a platter to the gods and when your mother lifts your barely open eyelids her laughter fills the void left by your heart filled with promise the whisper of worship
the poem was written originally in polish (my mother language)
#worship#death
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
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