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Lord Mortulus
You will all die in a radioactive landfill
However, I won't feel sorry for you

And the nuclear reactor is still working
It supplies energy for various idiots
On TV, silly songs about sexual reproduction
There's a feeling of decline in the theory of consumption

We all live in a technological Middle Ages
We listen to religious nonsense and take care of our health
Humanity hasn't learned to use the potential of the brain
Death is not a treat; tomorrow it might be too late

Where is the promised immortality?
Those who promised it are long gone
Who will pave the way for progress?
Not those who are busy with their workout?
Or those who carefully monitor their weight?
Amazing poem! Did you write it yourself?
Mona
What a cute little boy.
))
Yes, we all love him. Son of the flood.
Where do we go?
Where do we end up when we save the world?