SURE
Nothing surprises me anymore! I listen behind the doors of the world to the wail of teddy boy voices 24 hours a day, but I only store my cherished, cherished rage to erupt again like a volcano. How did we get here?
Is there no other way to defend yourself than a proud and indifferent audience?! For now there are smiling idiots, who easily laugh at the faculty of reasoning, whose chief occupation is to nod like chattering lambs, like those cheap and cheap Johns, — or whisper half-truths in each other's ears, till the part becomes mere truth; to cause cultural brain blindness with general obscurity and fogging, with less and less use of the gears of the brain!
Indeed, this is the real bitter truth! Nothing surprises me anymore! Nor that, in fact, selfless and perhaps willing help, due to the cunning of some, is forced to wander in the trenches of deepening chasms, and those who want to bind up everything, heal the wounds of the world, spend their time in the world, and then are forgotten.
The one who selflessly stands by you, Willingly squeezes your sweating heart, When nightmares torment you in the evenings, And does not paralyze the most vulnerable and the most defenseless! - I'm sure, nothing surprises me anymore in this slightly sick and recklessly unbalanced world, where instead of the candlelight of reason, interests and sleepy instincts fight a bloody battle with each other. Who would squander what is to be seen and guarded, Not caring for all that is to be seen and guarded!
The only refuge of intelligent human existence is now the harsh self-preservation of freethinkers! "Surely nothing can surprise me as gallantly as the vile standard of human evil that can be further developed in business life!"
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Written on April 27, 2024
Submitted by oasev on April 26, 2024
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