You wanted this and forced me again, you want the fool's time, I will give you something to truly hate me for, and believe me in the end, it's nothing but the truth that everyone hides. I do not speak like a human, good news for everyone. Everyone, truly, come closer.
One: You are not the center of the damned world. Your pretense of being the best ever is just something disappointing, oh knowing ones. All wise men know the truth about fools, but knowledge speaks and wisdom listens. We won't tell you, we won't reveal the truth, because we trust your stupidity, and we know you are pretending, and you won't remain silent, and the wise men know.
Two: Your ages, ladies and gentlemen, only define the time until we get wrinkles. The ages of minds are linked to something greater. It's fine to be a question mark. At least we are not like you, mere unknowns. You are the ones listening to your friends, and you are the ones listening to voices in your head. Just leave it alone, truly, believe me, none of us would mind love in another society, and the wise men know.
Three: To all the elderly, oh you old man, respect the elders truly, but you are not old enough for me. Every time you thought I was insignificant, after everything I did, you made yourself look dumber, more and more. And the wise men know.
Four: At some point, you will have to choose between losing yourself or losing people, most of whom live outside the homeland. These are the enemies, and just like a whore, they will bed you in the name of love. You lost your virginity, think again if tears really take away your manhood, you foolish one. And the wise men know.
Five: Watching war from afar does not mean you are successful. It doesn't mean you have the right to tell the story to many. Your white underwear, my friend, waved above the stick of surrender. Damn the lords of this damned world. Damn the gods, brothers of the devils. The Lord is one, and He sent my kind to witness the changing meaning of peace. And the wise men know.
Six: Your opinion, your point of view, your honesty for instance! If it doesn't appear when you embraced hell, be sure I have forsaken you and will never return to you, ever and forever. How long will some of you wake up? You are losing something bit by bit. What about the last person insisting on stupidity? Believe me, everyone will see it and how disgusting they were, and they will fill the world with their vomit. And the wise men know.
Seven: If you just feel that the reward no longer justifies your effort, stop immediately. Believe me, you will get it later. In fact, everyone who wronged you will worship you. So, what if the reward is to please them? I advise you to be forgotten. Believe me, you will not satisfy their greed, their desire to consume you alive, or even their desire for sexual debauchery. And in the end, you are always the bad person because you tried. You were sure your effort would lead you to the scene where you will mourn in regret. And the wise men know.
Eight: Depression is tempting. Frowning keeps you away from many people, many of their disgusting traits with a deadly, harmful odor, many talks with a piece of stone. If you don't respect my opinion, I won't respect you at all. If you don't accept, my dear, the reality that you are dying slowly, believe me, I'm not wrong, surely not. You will eventually become someone who treats you like a lady, but logically, you will hate anyone who truly hurt you. Madness is a stage with definite boundaries, even my old grandfather would agree that rebellion is a sun that refuses to set and refuses to flee and fleeing. The sun of night, me, and the wise men know.
Nine: To everyone who wants lust and fame, leave it, truly. Desire what's above. It's just a table full of caviar and wine, and you, sir, have lost your sense of taste. You have lost love, I am A, B, C again, and here the letters worship me, and I mean all the letters. No need to bang your head, since every whore returns to her lord after losing her virginity. I do not mean insult, the body, the beauty, your hands, your shining lips, and your round bottom, my friend! That's all I meant when I told you that you look beautiful. Again, I am Z, and the wise men know.
I am not attacking anyone. I am the one who brings everyone down at once without any movement. Even the weak breath, I mentioned. Everyone just told each other about flaws I had already confessed to. I am the homeland if you treat me as the homeland. Oh little one, I am the innocent homeland calling, and I am the bullet in your head, if you dare to mess with the trigger of my jihad. And for the last time, understand or go to hell. I do not yield, I do not surrender, I do not die, I do not fulfill the desires of the world, I do not accept falling, and my readers do not accept falling either. This is my message to every fractured and broken one. We are the last hope. Break their jaws. It's time to reclaim our absolute freedom. It's time to welcome my love. Between us, we believe you are all fake, and we know that we are the only absolute truth. And the conversation is over. All your chances of choice are finished. We will choose your fate ourselves. Save the loved ones and put the troublemakers under that collapse. Despite you, your success is our success, your failure is our failure. If I fall, I will drag you all with me, wherever I go, so I can continue creating for him. Learn wisdom from the mad, and enjoy it in the presence of ignorance. And the wise men know what I am talking about.