Today I remembered hypocrisy.
They sell us love, faith, forgiveness, blessings, distraction, dreams. They sell anything if we are ready to buy It up.
If it is hard to tell who ‘’they’’ are, it could be because of us… All we ever wanted was everything.
White-collared promises that children follow, a better tomorrow. Only if you work for it
for every tomorrow.
And me, waiting in the cold, snow on my face, rye in my pocket, hoping for answers for a different age.
Society remains dying. And we have killed it. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers?
Top notes: carti de credit, zapada, whisky
Heart notes: dolari murdari, cerneala, ceara de lumanare
Base notes: tamaie green sacra, agheasma, camera de confesiuni, haine de preot, pungi de plastic
Categorie olfactiva: tamaios-lemnos
Tip: extrait de parfum