I'm afraid to remember the terrible past. I don't want it to happen again. Fuck the war
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now
Not even God
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
We're going down in a spiral to the ground
No one, no one's gonna save us now
Not even God
No one saved us, no one's gonna save us
Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?
Category Artwork (Digital) / Portraits
Species Humanoid
Size 914 x 1280px
File Size 233 kB
This is a very personal picture for anyone of my age and my environment.
I was born in the USSR. From childhood, I received the best education, the best available medicine in the world, and I lived in the best place on the entire globe. I knew that I was strong, I was free, and no matter what I did - I still did the right thing!
In the future, I will conquer space, defeat world hunger, and lead all people into an era of boundless peace and prosperity.
Years have passed, I have become much older and wiser, and now I see things from a different perspective. I can still remember my happy past and this feeling of importance and necessity for the world. I remember images of happy pictures from the past, I remember children's laughter, I remember the slogans we were taught... But there is a strong feeling that something is wrong, and some moments in my memory begin to break into pieces, and through the broken fragments in the background appear all these mechanisms by which the puppeteer controlled the entire performance behind the scenes.
I was born in the USSR. From childhood, I received the best education, the best available medicine in the world, and I lived in the best place on the entire globe. I knew that I was strong, I was free, and no matter what I did - I still did the right thing!
In the future, I will conquer space, defeat world hunger, and lead all people into an era of boundless peace and prosperity.
Years have passed, I have become much older and wiser, and now I see things from a different perspective. I can still remember my happy past and this feeling of importance and necessity for the world. I remember images of happy pictures from the past, I remember children's laughter, I remember the slogans we were taught... But there is a strong feeling that something is wrong, and some moments in my memory begin to break into pieces, and through the broken fragments in the background appear all these mechanisms by which the puppeteer controlled the entire performance behind the scenes.
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