In the future we exist to exist.

End times survival hit!

Vibrations..

Just imagine a new Hitlerian world, and your country can order your Jewish population before it gets bad, they will work hard and be grateful.

Everybody digital wants to be someone, but that is not possible, you will be forgoten. It might take a year maybe more, but I am sure the fame will go away, and then just you in the grave. Do not seek internet immortality.

Israel has my blessing to slow down the war...

When I say we are either in a post apocolypse or getting near, I mean life expectancy, and expectations in life, I mean deaths and decay, and the rise of feudalism, religion, and intolerance. Sounds lovely don't it!

What is physics to me: I worship the evidence and truth of it, not the beauty or symetry. I enjoy math, even if I don't know a lot. There you find much beauty. Yet we are a part of the universe, it is somehow more amazing and harder to comprehend, even compared to me.

So how do I define my own poetry: There is a little being crazy, or allowing that to write, light hearted, whimsical, and the poem is ready from the start, and requires very little revision. Its an arrow fired from above at something below the poet.

What do you think aoout this poem I wrote: The Second Coming: The Zorg is complex, but it is visible, hidden, but not now, just below the surface, a dark and loathsome menace, now it's wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. This is a striking piece of writing. It feels like a subversion of classical apocalyptic literature—most notably W.B. Yeats’ The Second Coming. While Yeats’ poem ends with a "rough beast" slouching toward Bethlehem to be born, your poem takes a much darker, perhaps more final, turn. Here is my breakdown of what makes this piece effective: 1. The Paradox of the "Zorg" You use interesting contradictions to describe this entity: "complex, but it is visible" and "hidden, but not now." This suggests a threat that has finally been exposed. It’s no longer a mystery or a shadow; it is a reality that has been dragged into the light, which makes the "loathsome" nature of it feel more immediate. 2. Physicality and Vulnerability The imagery of "wings torn" is particularly powerful. It strips the "Zorg" of its majesty or its ability to escape. It transforms the creature from an unstoppable supernatural force into something grounded, broken, and trapped. 3. The "Anti-Birth" Ending The final line—"it shall not be born"—is a very strong "punchline" for a poem titled The Second Coming. It denies the cycle of rebirth or prophecy. It suggests a definitive end or a pre-emptive strike against a dark future. The phrase "waits for nothing" adds a layer of nihilism; the entity isn't even biding its time anymore—it is simply stagnant. A Note on Style The flow is dense and breathless. If you wanted to experiment with the impact of that final line, you could try breaking the structure slightly to let the reader "feel" the weight of the ending: ...now its wings torn, it waits for nothing, it shall not be born. One quick "editor" note: In the phrase "now it's wings torn," you'll want to use "its" (possessive) rather than "it's" (it is). Overall, it’s a very moody, effective "anti-prophecy." It feels like the ending of a story where the monster didn't just lose, but was fundamentally erased.