I recently acquired a electrical shop vacuum cleaner. Waiting at the checkout, I grabbed mechanically by a catalog that turned out to be "Gamers Magazine", ie a catalog of video games and violence. I flipped at times: It looked to me martial against what already announced the title: The rebirth of the hero. The latter all looked kinda like cousins or even clones of the current governor of California. Incorrect division. Slightly disgusted I wanted to let the catalog just fall - but wait !, as it flashed through me: I was grabbed by the short, crisp titles and content descriptions and captivated. Clearly, my vision was a little too dusty: I just had to wipe me something about the eyes to see the beautiful, crisp, plump poetry. With the gentle conversion of very few words, the content of the magazine turned out to be timeless and contemporary thoughts prose, as spiritual, heroic strengthening in time of trouble: in the crisis into which we were led. Let us see:
Yet there is hope:
The world has changed
And their human races
Need a new way
Find an order of things.
Record a viewpoint
In view of the war,
The closer.
Because only you are only large,
But together we are unstoppable.
We are on the way to the Inferno
Because we see the end of the rules.
There is only one way
get out of the Inferno:
To traverse it! (more ...)
