wilko

Disappeared When on December, 21st 2012, exactly at 11:18 GMT about 6 million people disappeared without a trace, almost no one was interested at first. They were poor devils from Central America's slums, peasants from far away villages, just natives. Who was bothered in Mexico, if the last descendants of the old culture of the Maya weren't there anymore? Only in Guatemala there was some unrest after 40 % of the population went missing. They had cleaned up their things and already packed the meager belongings, when they all sat down simultanely on that day and waited. Then they vanished. Some of them left short messages, that amounted to

Dragon of Time And from the dawn of time a dragon was born Chaos was his name that the prophecies had told. From the folds of metaspace he arose and looked around with glittering black orbs that were his eyes. Particles of eons old met and formed his teeth dripping with blood of slaughters yet to come. From the dawn of time uncounted millennia ago a dragon was born out of the need to end the time. He waited and counted every second every thing every thought every deed. Out from the depths of time he will come one day to the reckoning of everything today.

Death is an exponential function of life. First only indiscernible something completely strange to you. But soon you meet him. Grandfatherface, frozen into a mask, never peaceful. What lie! Death heaps up at the edges of your own life. Sometimes in those situations you touch him, when the grin of the reaper scrapes by. Inevitably deaths and deads are accumulating. They surround you just now so close, then they are gone: friend from school buddy from study superior at the military colleague from back then and so many from family. Too late, time and time again, to tell them something, this one, import

Nightring ring of steel black gunmetal catches the eye sucking in the gaze and it rouses vague fears deep in yourself discomfort stirs fright stretches itself dread thrills the heart ring of fury as black as tar ring of revenge hard and cold who it wears is resolved and the bridges are broken down long ago

Day of rage I can see deep into nothingness deep into you. Why do I still believe in forgiveness? I can see you, into you, I know the reason of your fear. Forgiveness is only invitation to repeat the outrage, my rage now gives birth to revenge for all the things, done to me and the others. Fear me, because today dawns the day of rage.