How long will the war last?

How long will the war last? When Russia says it’s ready to fight forever—they mean it. It’s not a bluff. It’s a worldview.

This isn’t about borders. It’s about identity. And Russia has built one so rotten, so hollow, that only constant violence keeps it from collapsing inward. War is no longer a policy—it’s the ventilator keeping the empire alive.

They will never stop. Not because they’re strong, but because they’re nothing without it.

They’ll ride into battle on rusted bikes, drink from radioactive puddles, draft the dead if they have to. Not out of courage—but because peace would mean facing the mirror.

And they know what they’d see: A failed state, held together by missiles and lies.

So they choose fire. Again. And again. And again. And still, the West waits—talking about “off-ramps” and “negotiated solutions,” as if you can reason with a regime that burns children in their sleep and calls it history.

People ask: How long will the war last? Wrong question. Ask instead: How long will the world pretend Russia wants it to end?

Because Russia has already answered. It wants war forever. And it will crawl through ash to keep it.

And never forget who chose this war. Who invaded. Who bombs civilians daily. Who rapes, tortures, and calls it liberation.

Who could end this tomorrow, but chooses not to.

It’s not “the situation.” It’s not “both sides.”

It’s Russia. Always Russia.

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