NO NETS, NO ROPES
The filth-waterfalls of obscene, ugly-speech come out of the mouths of girls' cat-wicked-cows after being whipped and then splashed out; cascades of flame-spitting words follow each other, while they themselves laugh a rainbow of sounds and tastes drunk from the cheap promises of success and money. Because all compliments, niceties, and romance have become nothing to be thrown away - and nowadays time is bleeding early in the swamp of difficult, bittersweet weekdays.
In life, a careerist dream can rarely be trusted again, if even a spark of hope claws at wounds and spits ashes instead of empathy and tolerance. A rough blanket, or just a Canossa mockery, would fit the current existence, which is bleeding from more and more wounds and is always irrelevant.
Every sly, false movement, fluttering of eyelashes honestly bleeds. Today, no one can rely on himself; he is lured by stupid career dreams and fools his deliberately brainwashed mind and wandering thoughts. Who can be smart here? He who does not consciously build imagination or wishful dreams, because he knows he will die before he realizes his plans. The crowd does not like to give and share!
More and more people are swinging on tight ropes into uncertain, blind futures. Who could help the many if the number of people who would deliberately cut the remaining support ropes is increasing?! Fate holds its teeth with two fists, and swinging and swinging will soon release it. In this little bit of history, everyone laments when he deliberately stands on his head - the one who made the laws of his humanity should never, or was allowed, to make a mistake, but the frail human heart is getting harder and harder.
No one can trust anymore - knowing that they can be betrayed at any time with nets or ropes!
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Written on April 16, 2024
Submitted by oasev on April 15, 2024
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