The Years of the Immeasurable POKER Bluff

 Now is the time for constant strategic tactics; stealing, betraying, or even selling accomplices. On the other hand, comes the visceral position, which is only the privilege of "some". Now, those who are incompatible, rebellious, seem to be deliberately trampled on, trampled not only by the existing Order - but also by the feared greedy intention to give more to others.

 Every stubborn error is immediately crushed by a will that wants to make a profit, a will that is eager to make a profit. Because now, it seems that there are no longer any irrevocable counter-arguments that have emerged from mouths, from the cavernous depths of the soul. A vile era of lazy, festive good-natured talk has ensued. 

They are unable to do anything with a series of poker bluffs, which they receive every five seconds, even if they receive hearty slaps, nor with distorted, meaningless chatter, because even the petty donkey attempts are becoming more and more senseless. The unspeakable fact, as a strange stigma or Cain mark, is only a few compromisers will have a wrinkle on their foreheads; the majority will have been swallowed up or sucked in by conscious indifference and the great nothingness. 

When everyone will realize halfway that their life's path leads from nowhere to nowhere, when the subconscious self-consciousness is almost exhausted, like the majority of alkaline elements that are about to run out. When one would have to jump bigger than necessary with a tiger leap. The possessed rascals of the moment of power would still be puffing up and boastfully oiling their gloomy machinery, if they had not stolen the last thread nut that still worked.

 When there will be no more forward or backward, because on one side there is the Past before the tomb, while the narrow history is immediately squeezing itself into the uncertain Present. One should not stretch one's own conscious limits, because one loses in every case if one can imagine that one can fly with the forces of Fate that have become subterranean. face to face...