You are in a pessimistic world. Confused, helpless and wild. In the evening they are watching without disgusting deaths. At the Roman festivities, we are setting up murder plans. We're attacking without getting tired. Our fears are secret, all attacked. Our people are crucified with our looks. As our geography grows, it shrinks our world. As you point out, '' God is still not satisfied with humanity. '' That day, where everything will be broken for rebuilding, is even closer. Sneaky faces on the streets. Shadowless, all objects. The crowds are fading. Our view is too narrow to be perceived. Those who do not have the ability to understand the talent are in their hands. People are not as brave as to be honest. Mefisto laughing laughing on a world map. It rides in the dark night. The sun rises before time. Mephisto, helpless, now you're used to the zaf.
