IT IS BASED ON INTERESTS

The longest preparation in a lifetime; clinging to hearts, Who on Earth were you?! Where did you belong? Who helped you? Who raised me from the dust of yellow lands, when did the need call?! I wonder how many true friends you could have left on one hand?!

Even though they are playing outside - so many devil horns are visible: it's good to see, even if they don't want to; deceit and a hidden bed in which many people lie. Fate designates the paths we must follow, and against which, no matter how much we want, no one can do anything, no one can rebel.

Rhymes and fist shakers flocked here again. The age of Caesars usurping the throne between sullen faces will last a little longer.

I'm sorry man - your manipulated face doesn't look warped; a mild insanity burns beneath your deep dark eastern eyes. Your obsession that you can have a pension, insurance, and happy old age can no longer be protected by any amount of money, since it has long been used up.

As the traitor Jágó, you are watched by curious eyes rubbing your hands: they fight, butcher each other's views - You should have dug yourself in for a while, scooter, behemoth, so that you could survive, so that they could not trample you completely! Lies always backfire on the trenches of simple truths.

Well, that's how we stand now, unfortunately more and more often. Immersed up to the neck in a sewer-neighbor, surrounded by tales of cheap faeces; a lukewarm dream can always harden the Real. The Köz-eréd unexpectedly makes a mistake. They are humming already modestly: buffons, rogues, new stroman knights in abundance. They are deliberately unable to learn from the present! Reason has long been secondary, and not at all trendy-chic; he doesn't stand a chance, he's just servile, so he doesn't bite the Leader with the many little Great Lords!