Deep depths

Age can't deceive me. Behind the vain guise of honesty, peeing, frothing-mouthed Janus and their botox goddesses would dictate the trend-smelling baton, but why, when the big sunken average beggar-poor scum?!

Deed, action, human word can be pushed aside or just forgotten. Nowadays, everyone only vegetates selfishly. On the surface there is a painful, throbbing, mushy mess.

Dirt-trash reigning on the same global label. Layered ringworm. And if some people could still dare to believe that, there can no longer be the deepest deep compliments, romance, and instead of polite speech, they make each other beautiful in chubby and belching orgies.

It's as if in a sea of ​​oily, lime-puddles you have to re-discover once-familiar human faces. The easy-to-come, neglected careers of presenters and yews are completely useless on the channels of fake and fake tabloid media. The age of stumbles and deliberate half-heartedness is long over, but even now the brainwashed grinning charm smile that approvingly advertises idiotic jerkiness is still present.

What kind of world is this?! The dizzying distances between people are becoming more and more desperate and dizzying. It's as if it only resumed its beginnings again in premodern times. As if there is no well in the beginning, the life of an average person is useless.

His happiness stumbles on leaden legs more and more bitterly. Absence-Time deceives us all too quickly, bites us, scatters us all. Tragically ephemeral things are sooner or later on the loss list, they seem ridiculous, and that's why existence itself has become nonsense-grotesque!

Some great common sin and ceded-guilt has now settled on everyone; where could the prophet-sages of happier times disappear to?!