Overview of a given situation

 

My worthy, noble time could no longer remain - perhaps -. Now only single-minded, self-flagellating waiting, unhappiness mixed with despair excites and poisons one and all, and the blind, ill-fated squinting towards the Alamo residents. The fierce, single-minded silence before the last attack. The futile work of deceitful instincts on the crumbling altar of trust in the Future, which could have been better to cling to...

The deceptive castles in the air of dreams will soon fall. Now, out of unsettling despair, "some" are building themselves greedy, success-seeking dream careers, luxurious lifestyles, to which the simple average assists with indifferent monotony. This visual maelstrom simultaneously divides and swirls, burying and crumpling everything under it. The ominous lack of emptiness pulsates in Nirvana hearts, while the swarming, gnawing worms of helplessness devour dulled, brainwashed minds.

The old wound is oozing foul-smelling pus. The superficial appearance, just like fancy, expensive clothes, make-up and gestures through fake masks, are torn apart, like useless fibers. Everyone can feel the adulterous distortion of conscious shame; between the torturous stings of roasting, fidgeting hesitation - as if the permanent knots of misery pull, stretch, torture the souls of Golgotha ​​from the inside, at the snap of the whip people became little mice jumping blindly. Everyone can now only fear for their selfish livelihood and safety - the Alamo camp of accomplices seeks self-justification, just like the mutes.

It derails on forced tracks: a slowing freight train of dreams, desires, and careers. We can quickly fall into the cesspools of indiscretions and tinsel minute fame!