In their lonesome
They were being murdered
By the lonely river
Their flesh ripped off by the hungry silence
Blood draining down the loose sands
They opened their mouths
Screamed
No one was there to listen
But the sky
Which opened in tears
And dyed a floating canvass to red
Signalled that the end was close now
A process so painful and slow
And at the other side
The darkness grinned
Landslide history repeats itself
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When continuous light rains pour over Davao Region, I can’t help but recall
the incidents that we have covered in January 2012 in Pantukan, Davao de
Oro ( ...
1 month ago
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"gee, i felt a knot in my stomach reading that. haunting composition..."
---duke duke
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