Between The Lines(english poem): Apogee 2012

Enter the museum of a million shadows,

Behind corners lurk mysterious eyes,
Every creak and every whisper,
Kills the sound the silence makes.

Wonders behold this lost paradigm,
Pandora’s box unleashed divine,
Horrors speak no comforts,
Humanity missing inside.

Thousand battles fought hard,
Blood swords stained pure,
Ghouls of the past roar here,
Shrieks and screams echo deaf.

Escape the museum of horrors,
for few have lived to tell,
Victors come to this barren land,
Joined their shrieking ranks.

the questions are:

1)what enforces ones entry into the dystopian paradigm?

2)is victory more hallowed than the fate of the conquered?

3)what, in your opinion, is the quintessence of the pandemonium in the museum?

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