decadent poem about the humans constat struggle with faith
|I started to think this world has no deeper meaning,
The further I go, the closer it feels to beginning.
Or like a hamster trapped in a spinning wheel,
I really cannot register that madhouse is for real,
And Almighty Father smirks at his Son – ‘Who is that bloody idiot running around?’
Day after day like dominoes fall one after another,
Even If I tried, I cannot push it back, so I stopped to bother…
Listen! It is like a bit of decadence in the world of ‘New Order’
It is just a mental institution and they say my life is a fatal disorder.
I just cannot play this crazy game that well,
You know what? May this world end and may all of us rot in Hell!