DEAD-IN-LOOKING CALVARY

 A forgotten mosaic of life rushes towards us, as if someone is in a hurry - due to delays. We would blindly cling to someone, outwardly we do everything deliberately, because with the falling compactness of the inner soul - we are afraid - we can do nothing. Like dead-in-love, the many petty-pathetic calvary of Being lays us out; faces, names, small deaths circulate outside. No one has ever lived well from visceral pride. It sows tricks, reaps petty-selfish grievances; now the intellect of freethinkers must also be cut to pieces, because - in principle - that has unfortunately always been suspect in a given historical era.

 It is in vain that they protest against unnecessary brainwashed idiocy, if there is a given clergy that sets the legal quota of the time; Those who are not willing to bow in submission to the will of "some" may still be able to walk with their heads held high after about five hundred years. It would not be necessary to dig out any battle axe against moral propriety. Only Death can preserve the quality of the weak, sinful human soul?! 

Illusions now need to flash from all directions, so that the simple average can be permanently hammered in and buried once and for all with the most effective expediency. Who could turn our moonstruck dreams trapped under mud into reality from beginning to end?! And while more and more people can graze their color-blind eyes like bleating sheep in the brainwashed, wild-flapping darkness at will, the flickering torchlight of thoughts and intellects will soon blow away the false-lying tinsel world. 

Honest, truthful words - especially now - are weakening, like calcium-deficient old man's bones; like the layers of plaster peeling off everyone's soul, they are gradually peeling off. Reliable, hand-holding insights are also often lacking.