Plastic nation..here we come....YES!

Nonesence with your isolation alienation emotions
...
Nobody knows here about any separation
in the world ...
only I know and northern light and we feel this

 ... you are dancing around the golden calf,
always And forever, what can you say ...
 hipocrites ...
in fact ...

nothing will ever change ...
things will always be in this way ...
always ... maybe take a nap for you ,
 You can pretend to fool me...for a secund ....
 digging of gold, fate hunters, full

of hunger money mongrels ... and dead souls ..
. in hiding disguises ...
should be ourselves ...
one must always walk alone ...
in the end. ... nonsense ...

 no ... no ... and no more ....
talking to all ...
 monsters demons, angels ....
 as the space Gods and farmers. .

you all feel quite at home...with you own..demonic citezens and

dark age valley...

all quite at home...nobody of you ever even thought of death...

i do not hate you

but yes, you all make me sad

all as one...thou yes...i try and show you the utter most patience in the world....

but sometimes i break....

you tire me....you all tire me....

only good thing is northern light.....

but i know also she struggles with sadness.....

i dont need to tell you any more...

cause you are not my friend...no mather how much a talk....

or salute or am polite

cause thats all i am in the end....with your sorts....

polite.....polite...ever soo polite until i break an tell you

what i really think.....

cause thats what you truly in the end deserve...

cruel creation of this universe....selfish..little heart.....

you ...yes...you...

i have seen your insides...and you where all calling the universe to make you all into one...

and look ...there you are now.....

all as one...

one huge pile of hell...

welcome to the new world......

now fly....

oh...you cant can you....then ..there you see...

the likes of you..simply deserve to crawl......

unless you form technology to paster your little petty needs huh......

and you always do...hungry mongrels...creation of the worst....

do you think it feels nice to be surrounded by twisted souls....?

no..feels quite crammy i would certainly say......

I can not walk on the street before i meet shallow ..evil ...cruel intentioned eyes.....

Jugding me for my clothes....

i Can not walk into a bus..before meeting plastic forms pretending to be life...

Robots have more feelings today...then the lot in this planet...truly...

Plastic nation..here we come....YES!

in all forms...and all scales of society...they all sold their souls....

just me and Northern light left....

SOmebody save us......

but...i guess we have to endure....won`t we....

Cause nobody can....

those who ever could...don`t dare put a toe into this water...polluted of evil...evil blood....

a world of pretenders...people pretending to be living

you are not among the living...

you are already among the dead....

50 million people in the world...this world...