The false, hypocritical prophets, like the stars appearing one after another in a million skies, tell tales of false Canaans; they usually forget only one thing, which is that the basket of abundance is full of holes and is never full. For the work of the average man, Existence pays with useless cheapness, and so many pitiful struggles of small faith slowly become mass jokes of ridicule. With tightened dissonances, it is less and less possible to retaliate against false, false apparent harmonies. As if now, the resurrection of broken, deceitful hopes would also be left out in every case. Because the petty bunkers of underworld destinies - surprisingly quickly - collapse if there is no longer enough solid will to act.
That the naked holy solitude of the wasted minutes has often become undressed; the soul-changers would carry wrinkled faces. Because now this current sly Age, in which we were forced to exist, has become quite gluttonous, the tiger's incisors reach straight to our hearts. The Sisyphus weight of those who are satisfied with themselves is increasingly dragging down its victims, because their actions have a shadow, just like their actions of the underdog; because the brainwashed fools embezzle the essence of the times, just like idiotic cheats, even the judge supports accomplices, just because they pay more.
The only fang of everyone's cowardice, closed in on themselves, because there is no way towards redemption. Does this current minute man need a missed chance or a rotten fate?! It often happens that the Lack that has fallen upon us is now disturbing everyone and terrifying. Because every lack is also a dangerous abyss, where anyone can enter involuntarily; Instead of healing wounds, counterarguments fall into an ever-deepening pit, opening its Charybdis gates like a fatal trap to build a bridge into the intentionally deafened nothingness.
Dec 7, 2025
Dec 7, 2025 at 1:27 AM UTC
The false, hypocritical prophets, like the stars appearing one after another in a million skies, tell tales of false Canaans; they usually forget only one thing, which is that the basket of abundance is full of holes and is never full. For the work of the average man, Existence pays with useless cheapness, and so many pitiful struggles of small faith slowly become mass jokes of ridicule. With tightened dissonances, it is less and less possible to retaliate against false, false apparent harmonies. As if now, the resurrection of broken, deceitful hopes would also be left out in every case. Because the petty bunkers of underworld destinies - surprisingly quickly - collapse if there is no longer enough solid will to act.
That the naked holy solitude of the wasted minutes has often become undressed; the soul-changers would carry wrinkled faces. Because now this current sly Age, in which we were forced to exist, has become quite gluttonous, the tiger's incisors reach straight to our hearts. The Sisyphus weight of those who are satisfied with themselves is increasingly dragging down its victims, because their actions have a shadow, just like their actions of the underdog; because the brainwashed fools embezzle the essence of the times, just like idiotic cheats, even the judge supports accomplices, just because they pay more.
The only fang of everyone's cowardice, closed in on themselves, because there is no way towards redemption. Does this current minute man need a missed chance or a rotten fate?! It often happens that the Lack that has fallen upon us is now disturbing everyone and terrifying. Because every lack is also a dangerous abyss, where anyone can enter involuntarily; Instead of healing wounds, counterarguments fall into an ever-deepening pit, opening its Charybdis gates like a fatal trap to build a bridge into the intentionally deafened nothingness.
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