ticking the wind blew and the rain and cold on the bare stone of the tower from which my second deployment having on you, young men of a world adrift. The winter advances relentlessly as your end. Mine is not a prophecy, but the inevitable result of a logic of thought almost a foregone conclusion. The man of the twenty-first century is destined to fall ... For almost three years that I toy with my diary, commenting on the sadistic evil of which you are responsible. My interventions are becoming increasingly unusual. Most of the time it seems to me to talk to the walls of my tower, maybe even able to understand myself better. On the other hand I have known for several centuries ...
Gor shuffles the spices in the pot. He plans a new potion, a vaccine ... Yeah, just like those who peddle the multinational pharmaceutical companies, in cahoots with the manufacturing of consent to frighten and run for cover. A subtle game to give a boost to your beautiful illusion you call the economy, and that has put almost all its knees. I say almost because the only ones who are laughing are the people directly responsible for the collapse ...
... anyway, I said to Gor and his new potion. It is a vaccine against the disease most cruel of men, which claimed thousands of victims every day. Worse than cancer and AIDS combined. Ebola in comparison is a common cold ... What am I talking about? But of course, love. Free kill for love, you dirty your hands with blood, we also do the bath in blood if needed. The love of country, for your god, children, for their football team ... Yes, this is the kind of love that leads us to claim the blood of anyone who stands in front. This is the love that my companion want to destroy Gor.
Over time the poor devil has learned how to measure out ingredients. I taught him all the secrets, and certainly does not lack imagination and ambition. Unfortunately, what he has in mind you can not do. I tried it myself more than once to create a similar vaccine, but there have never succeeded.
Love ... your vote to a concept that you can not even define in its entirety. Often talking to contradict you, it almost always used as an excuse for your love own, that is another matter entirely ...
Heck, I just heard an explosion downstairs. Something must be wrong with the potion. We hope that the poor do not c'abbia Gor ... put the pens
I greet you now, my little human. I can assure you that I will return soon, but for sure I will come back ... Because I'm
Nekradamus, and you look, do not forget!
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