Food for soul - 📝 Poem - “Calvaria 💀” - by ADC:

“Feared & respected, blessed & cursed, mysterious vessel & oracle, from dry dust & clay formed & born, back to dust & clay your destiny will lead you, it will soon be past.

Worn as the holy crown of proud men & women,

for millennia swallowed in veil, dressed in conundrum, captivated & caught in your spell.

A relict in the ground, excavated from the ruins, down of the floors of salt & water, one day you will be found of what you left behind.

This is all that remains, fleshless, cracked, lifeless, empty, hollow, unable to think about what could have been.

In its vacant & enchanted eyes, starring into the uncertain future, a sad future that never came to life & soon will be forgotten.

Whether of great or small, of rich or poor, of master or servant, of free or slave, you are always the same, you never change.

Profound truths & unspeakable lies that could have been said, marvelous thoughts & atrocious memories that could have been thought, harmonious melodies & timeless words that could have been listened, aromatic scents & foul death stenches that could have been smelled, heroic deeds & wicked works that could have been seen.

Nameless here for evermore, this it is & nothing more.”