Humanity is like a man whose mother would be morality
And whose father would be emptiness
It looks like a man who mopes in boredom
And gazes at the start of his imminent end

Worn out with the speeches of a mother who never lived in these times
The placid man confronted with the hypnotic uncoiling spiral of his life
Sticks to fictitious values he invents to keep his landmarks
So he succeeds in keeping his head he also learnt how not to think

The devil was able to build his empire
He is the genius,
God the utopian
He is the clever one
And god the naïve one

He is our father since we are all orphans,
Our mother, we lost her forgot her at the last station
Once we are aware of this either we let ourselves hypnotize better
And everything clears up
Either we remember and everything gets darker
And the self-destruction becomes an end in itself it’s no longer worth waiting…

Plunged into the world where the dead are heading for real death you learn that

The only ones who’ll get the VIP passes
Will be those who will have looked at the world without hatred
Who will not have despised anybody wantonly
Who will not have envied those who will not have rejected
And who will not have run away i.e. not you i.e. not me

There you become aware of the brilliance of our father
And you hurry to join him
As you’d rather rub shoulders with a genius than with a gullible fool.

However if you know a person like that die in peace you don’t

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