Posing by Onirik. Edited by me.
See, we look at life as if it’s strong.
But when it comes to death we are weak, we’re scared, we’re sad.
I reckon the gods cry many a time to hear us, but what matters so long as we remember that we’re only men
and don’t take to fancying that we’re gods ourselves, really, knowing good and evil.
This is the story of Bubz.
The story of a man willing to take his time
and contribute it to a piece of work that does not have the special magic that most of us do.
But I have one thing. And that is willing to stay and not go, never give up.
This is a time period of disaster.
This is a world of disaster.
We are men of word?
Men that are kind enough to pay the bill at that restaurant.
Men of gentle and fatigue,
but when it comes to war and violence, we act as what we are suppose to be. Animals.