Terror In Air

A rogue word in the
mode of persuasion, had

When you are maced,
signs stop coming.

Jupiter was ready for
the collision, before you arrive
in dark, sky.

The rapture of the end
will not happen, till you
jump in the blood pool.

The mystery was
tangled up. Why would
you not climb down the stairs?

It still haunts,
The arms of swastika were growing,
and I had started to shrink.

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Terror In Air