The world is rotating on the left hand of god. While resting in his inner sanctum he tries to conquer it all , Ugly and dull , He's ready to fall. He's no puppeteer , He's like someone sitting in the audience making you feel guilty for being yourself.
In the beginning of time , Living and surviving had the same meanings , after moving through the shadows of time , There was a brief moment which these two words were different , But again , Now , We try to survive by living through dodging bullet , By walking through the cry of mankind , By grabbing to the weakest branches on our way , and we call it , Victory. There's no victory , There's no hope , There's no survival , There's nothing.
So , you may ask , What can we do ? What path is mankind destined to ? But I gotta tell you , You're actually asking the wrong question. There's no path to walk , There's even no feet to carry us around anymore , There's no eye which could show us the way. We are Doomed
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