Neon on my naked skin, passing silhouettes
Of strange illuminated mannequins
Shall I stay here at the zoo
Or should I go and change my point of view
The age of chosen peoples is gone for ever, and the age of peoples itself, will soon be over.
the vessel of humanity cannot bear any longer what it was to bring forth. it is broken. cracked. shards of one explosion pierce the armor of others.
the gates are open.