“Poet’s view of the world, you say? Well, franky our beloved planet we call earth has gone entirely bad, as far as I'm concerned. My lad, there are people blubbering around like baboons, singing repetitive songs, one after another and not even stopping, which is straight up miserable. Stolen songs from those who were made in the past, even, while the pure oldies get ignored and tossed into trash.”
He stands up from his chair and starts pacing, scrunching up his eyebrows as he does it every time he thinks hard
“And don't let me start on influencers using bongs, thinking they're spiritual, but it's only hogwash, some odd type of hypocracy, a degradation of the human kind or lack thereof. It's rather telling about the future gen', I'd say absolutely mad.”
“I think people don't believe we’re collapsing from all this madness, thinking it'll be a clean slate when they’ve about to lay in the grave, and yet, the sins stick with you, despite being too late for redemption.”
“In it's very roots of humanity are implemented imperfections, are we to destroy ourselves even more or will we live above those failures and overcome them? Are we to walk over the broken pieces strewn across the floor or try to put them together?”
“Well, you see, our humanity is the epitome of wantonness, and we’ve found ourselves in quite a predicament, to say the least……..but, despite all chaos….how are we still able to be happy then and maintain our sane mind?”
Enunciating his last words loudly, sitting back on his chair behind the table
He grins from ear to ear, talking to the new class that has just arrived
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