Notorious soldiers wore
black uniforms; separated
fathers, mothers, children,
brothers and sisters. They
had no mercy.
Prisoners interrogated;
Bodies disappeared one
by one;
I
was
lucky :
I had no feelings.
By Soulcruzer
Self-development blogger blogging at the cross section of narrative alchemy, imaginal psychology, chaos magick, self-development, self-authorship, meaning-making, and conscious living.