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The lies of today will fall on the shoulders of the young tomorrow, look back in sorrow, record for posterity, the truth, the reality of how this came to be and what we saw, and what we see, should never again come to be!

I'd like to present this award from the Academy Of Hell,

To Mr Putin, for his contribution, he has done so well, the world can tell, he has superseded all expectation, in his efforts to wipe out a peaceful nation, he can now join OUR ranks, no need for thanks, of our elite, so Mr President, WE WILL MEET,... AND I'LL BE HERE TO GREET YOU, Vladimir , You'll soon be here,

It's your destiny, your place to be, here with me, IN MISERY!

I have seen tomorrow, I know, how it will go, firstly it ends, all will cease to exist, in the blink of an eye, this world will die, then a new creation, a whole new population, starts anew, from Jurassic world to space exploration, we failed in our bid, we lost our formation, we will have reached the end very soon my friend, just as in times gone by, civilisations thrive then die, we were never meant to be,,,,,here,,, ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,indefinitely.

This is it.
That is all.

I don't have a vision for the future, I don't know where we will end,
I'm aware of where we are now, are you a foe or are you a friend?

Complications of life are immense, what is lie, what is true, what
makes sense?

"Fake news" is all that I hear, a guarantee to instill certain fear,

Our reality is generated, not created, not by me and not by you,
but manufactured by a certain few,

So, if this is the case, what's the future for the human race?,
I guess it will always be,,,,,,,,, just wait to see.

Well, I've read the papers and I've watched the news, decided this is all a ruse, we're in
constant motion, nothing we can change, or rearrange, what's going to be is what's going to be, But we still think that we can change the you and the me, and the new generations cannot see, that they're not new, that they're not you and they're not me, just a younger creation, with a different imagination, and they feel unique, searching and striving for what they seek, But they KNOW they are different, and they KNOW they can be a better version of you and me, UNTIL they find they are just the same, lost forever in this never ending game.

Can it be 2022
Sirens sound
People hide in hollows Deep
Destruction heard
Tanks roll by in captive cities
War declared stay doors
People hear bombs destruction seen people hide people flee
People dead
Can it be 2022
Will it lead to ww3

humanity, we're losing it

I dedicate this to all victims of war, specifically UKRAINE, The newest victim.



humanity where are we?
in full gear, fully armed
we are on the war path
and directly heading to be damned
Kyiv a city of beauty and light
accosted by the atrocities
of what is wrong and unjust

have we gone berserk
have we lost our minds?
have we embraced the dark
and forget there is light?
oh what an excuse, imperialist
here and there:
making the rich live in decadence
while the poor and wretched live lower than dirt?

you have forgotten
this day has been prophesied
it has been written and destined
alas, the eighty percent in jubilation
thinking it is their redemption
perhaps, it is..

but oh no, this is the mark
the progression of the "haves"
at the expense of the have "nots"
sure, laugh at me, I face your contempt
it is my fault for not standing up
as you remain silent to my pleas

the time has come
let us face and dance
your God and my God,
is one and the same

but my right to live,
my freedom,
doesn't make any difference
we're all born naked
and back to dust no more no less
one and the same..rotten
and when dead
buried in the same dirt.





Thanks all for reading andor commenting.

No more black or white chessmen
On the chessboard
All is colored in red .
The life became a bad game;
You realize the gain
Is that you are still alive
Passers-by run through the puddles,
My beloved time of the year .
And I'm standing with a poster – NO WAR
On the square
Among the spring

Midnight in the darkness

The large snow flakes fall

Illuminated only an instant

Passing by my window

Slowly growing in a pile

My eyes still longing sleep

Stare blankly into the yard

The white lines running

Follow down the length

Of the red barn boards

Silence of a winter night

Even the softest sounds

Are absorbed and muffled

By the soft cold feathers

Of the fresh fallen snow

Glowing in the gray mist

A hidden moon struggles

To keep in celestial flight

Giving an even duller light

And barely a tree a shadow

Midnight in the darkness