What Coming?
What Coming?
I can’t believe this world. Everything has changed. Why?
Just bad news from every media. Wars, catastrophes, death.
Unbelievable, the people. They don’t care about the negative things.
They live in their happy weekdays. Blindness is the ruler.
Day to day, week to week, more and more, the horror from the news.
People can stop everything. Only together. But how? Hmm. How?
Nobody sees the crisis. Hmm. Oh, happy weekdays and noisy weekends.
People love it. Barbecue, drink, party, night desire. Yeah, this is the present of humanity.
What about the future? What?
They don’t care.
Coming the last time.
End.
The sun will sleep.
Dark clouds in the sky.
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