UNIVERSAL ERA OF ORPHANS

Human useless Destiny is already a bone worm, which worms and miserable beetles eat at their pleasure, only to turn into gray ash. The impure, scapegoat-temper of a feeble soul is ready to give all its dreams and the duties of the persecuted, and perhaps to pay them; the Great Robbery is never carried out by more - in each case by one-one! Workshops, if they were, dilettantism degenerated into cheap, grotesque verme.

The Tartuffe gang has become too many these days, who, if necessary, can easily suck each other's lifelike-creative mother's milk at any time, and do not leave behind only missing mangled stumps. An over-advertised podcast of pretentious bestselling authors pours from most of the channels, while you tear your hair, bang your head against the wall, that you trusted these as a slave-soul loser-fool, who then only ridiculed you first, and later cheated you with interest!

My discordant heartbeat will hardly last sixty, and it is better now to choose who is good and who is evil?! The imperfect image will face itself. Sooner or later it will be a sad game. The tamed figure of the suffocating, murderous void had already ventured so close.