Different Chances
“The chance to steal makes thieves arise,”
Francis Bacon, seventeenth’s wise.
The chance to shirk your mind —
Makes slaves, unkind:
To heed the beasts, consume their bait.
That slave’s a fool, sealed by his fate.
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The Chance Not to Think
The chance not to think
Breeds slaves who sink —
To heed the beasts, to crunch their lies.
Deceived, disposed,
Though death’s delayed,
Change comes swift beneath dark skies —
And in the night, the stench will scream,
A haunting, bitter, waking dream.
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Hoard!
Blare the horn —
Lies flood the land!
Feed soulless hordes — Bedlam’s brand!!!
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Total Greed
“Progress” flushed the greed anew,
Paper money’s grand parade.
In the game of false gain’s view,
Greed becomes our nature made.
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The Futility of Creation
Hard work done —
In vain, undone.
Will it be wiped away?
So much lies sway —
The rogue’s at play.
Gone, at last,
In Cloaca’s grasp.
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Voices — Almost Psychiatric...
Inner voice, the chorus of fools:
Light burns INSIDE, away with all tools! —
Hear yourself, beware the deeds
That serve the herd, not deeper needs.
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Voices — Near Madness
Voices roar — fools’ chorus wild,
Light’s inside — dump every child! —
Heed yourself, reject the games
Of “helpful” acts that feed the flames
Of shallow minds and hollow schemes,
Servants blind to others’ dreams.
Screw their ‘good,’ their fake applause—
Only spirit’s truth has cause!
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Voices — Madness’ Edge
Light’s inside — fools to hell!
Screw their “help,” their shallow shell.
Fake goodwill? Just empty noise—
Listen close, reject the toys.
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Sick World and Armageddon
A pitiful world, sick and weak,
Unaware it’s ill inside.
The simpleton, so mild and meek,
Keeps laws that bind and blind.
So health’s a question for the few —
The rare, dull herd that waits.
CowID showed what’s sadly true:
Patience seals their fates.
But some, the few who see it clear,
Know Death will bring release.
The end’s no fear, but burning near —
The Sun will scorch the peace.
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Sick Mind and Global Chaos
Few admit they’re sick inside,
Before the Soul’s true sight.
So madness grows in fading tide —
A wretched life, more blight.
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The Mind’s Health Worries
The mind’s health stirs few tender souls,
Most poor fools justify the lies.
They choke the truth — a bitter bone,
That grates and pricks the thinking wise.
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The Struggle to Heal
"One condition to recover—
The will to get well."
— Seneca, first century
How sick the world, and rare to find
A soul who truly seeks the sane,
Chasing "success," "praise," or "joy,"
Denying doubt, suppressing pain.
And little by little (no debate!)
The world seems "normal," "I’m a star"—
This sickness shapes the mind’s dictate,
And fools will rally near and far...
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The Shackles
"Diplomacy means stroking dogs
Until their muzzles fit."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Diplomacy, politics,
"Good manners" and hard grind —
All lead the same way. And the whiners
Get crushed to dust, confined.
When muzzles fit, the chains click tight,
The guard dogs prowl around.
The shackles weigh on every mind —
Break free, don’t fear the sound!
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Black Mark on a Mad World
A black mark brands this world insane —
Stop toiling just for food and rent.
They’ll take it all — a new dictator’s reign,
The scum are always evil’s rent.
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Walking Among the Masses
No terror breaks you down inside,
If you’re not far from their own kind —
A foolish, pitiful weak mind.
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The Noose Hung Over This World
"You must prepare: either mind to understand,
Or rope to hang yourself by your own hand."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
If wisdom grows enough to see,
The noose appears — first step to flee.
Decay’s horror chills the brain,
And fools beside you bring the pain.
Understanding starts to rise,
The struggle wakes, the spirit tries.
But strength dissolves in dark’s cold grip —
No slave will make the final trip.
Awareness spirals round and round:
At last you grasp, the fools have bound
The noose that chokes this ruined land —
And all this world is doomed to stand.
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The Noose Hung Over This World
"Prepare yourself: with mind to see,
Or rope to end your misery."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
When reason hits — the first step’s death,
Decay’s foul stench steals all your breath.
The fool beside you, enemy close,
In this rot, all hope is lost.
The mind expands, the fight begins,
But strength dissolves, the darkness wins.
No slave can break this hellish bind —
Doomed in shadow, trapped and blind.
The truth spins down in twisted rings:
The noose is made by fools and kings,
Tied tight around this world’s disgrace —
A wreck, a cesspit, a dead place.
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Managing a Bacterial Colony
Like a colony of germs—
An “atomic” solo soul,
But in countless throngs it squirms,
Its goals a cruel control.
They seem to move by choice,
Yet nature hides the strings—
No true free will, no voice,
Just vectors pulling things.
That vector’s coded tight
Within each bio-gear.
A “prosector” out of sight
Directs from far and near—
Leading mute colonies blind
To digital camps they’re sent,
Where strict commands unwind,
And whole swarms face torment.
But not all die away—
They spare the deadliest breed:
The ruthless, sharp and grey,
With spirit drained, no seed...
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Colony Control
Like germs in colonies,
An “atom” lost alone,
But countless, slaves and keys,
Their goals by monsters sewn.
They move as if by choice,
But nature’s just a lie —
No freedom, no true voice,
Just vectors pushing by.
That code’s injected deep,
Inside the bio-slave,
A butcher’s hand will reap,
Their strings pulled by the grave.
A “prosector” commands
From shadows cold and far,
Dragging dumb, mute bands
To camps behind the bar.
There, digital hell waits —
Whole colonies erased.
Only toxic, cruel greats
Survive — their souls debased.
The fiercest, cold and grim,
No spirit left to find,
A new breed born from sin,
Dead hearts, but bodies blind...
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Ruins of Mind
Ruins of mind —
Skeletons of lies,
Darkness swallows
What’s otherwise.
Fools rejoice —
Scum thinks for all,
Builds and leads,
Blind to the fall.
The idiot knows not —
Their fate is sealed,
To camps they march —
No mercy revealed...
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Activity and Interaction
Fools were active —
Half the pain.
But INTERACTIVE
Inside that game,
Where chimeras swarm —
A "virtual world"?
Means all is lost —
Fake cheese unfurled.
While real mousetraps snap
In daylight clear.
Skill won’t save you —
It’s the price, my dear,
That they will pay...
Those “platinum” pawns,
Whose “life” costs dearly
Till the Monster dawns.
Mind your head —
This question’s sharp;
Know the game you’re in,
Or be torn apart.
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The Rightness of Effort
Begin with courage, skill, and might—
Finish well what you ignite.
Rushing brings a shallow taste,
Dragging out wastes time and haste.
Rightness in the work you do
Is the pledge that sees it through.
Fools just babble, endless noise,
You who create—half-god, not toys.
Drive yourself to tired bone,
Or rest too much, you’ll reap alone.
Only little gains you’ll see—
Grieve at Death’s inevitability.
Death will weigh and judge it all—
This moment is your rise or fall.
Weakness, lies, and coward’s cries,
Fuel the pain where honor dies.
So be truthful, brave, and strong,
In each task, right every wrong.
Then Death will raise you, not defeat—
And make your passing truly sweet.
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A Mix
A mix of madness and TEMPLATE —
That’s the “mind” of most today.
Why create clones? They replicate—
Billions lost in dull array.
No nature lives within these fiends—
Only STUPIDITY in form,
“Raised” by lies, their fiery means
Wound the soul, a silent storm.
Soulless throngs rise past the sky,
Madness reigns and smothers all.
Wise voices fade, grow faint and shy—
Turning humans into thrall.
This madness grows like avalanche
In a world already spent.
Underneath that crushing branch
We’ll vanish—idiot’s intent.
Idiot worse than scum below,
Through them Evil strikes and tears.
But the fool will never know—
Blinded by his own despairs.
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Militant Stupidity
"To always be right, to charge ahead,
Without a doubt—that’s the great art
By which dull fools the world have led."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair’s heart
Fierce stupidity, no doubt allowed—
Charge forward! I’m the truth, the force!
With brutal shove, break ice and cloud,
Crush stones and barriers off their course.
The path to “success” I always make—
Success alone, immense, supreme!
All else I crush, all foes I break,
Those who oppose? Just sweep—extreme!
If many chase this ruthless way,
Then chaos reigns and madness swells—
A bedlam where the fools hold sway,
And reason dies where terror dwells.
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Clear Vision
To see with clarity —
A danger near,
They’ll twist your mind,
That’s half the fear.
Each hour brings
A haunting sight:
The horror born
Of Strada’s blight —
Unending grief,
A restless ache,
A heavy road
Through Hell to take.
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Collapse
Ideas lined
Like dominos,
Built by a Fiend —
All shit that flows.
Then one shove —
Down to Hell they fall.
Fool stays mute,
While Fiend takes all.
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Collapse
Ideas fall
Like rotten bones—
Built by Scum,
Pure shit and stones.
One hard shove—
They crash to Hell.
Fool shuts up—
The bastard fell.
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Religion — The Ideology of Broken Slaves
Pray to your god, the weak and hollow,
For patience, meekness — a wretched pledge.
This keeps you chained in darkness shallow,
Rotting in a fake-ass heaven’s edge.
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Horoscope Psycho-Viruses
Aries, Cancers... crappy traits!
Psycho-virus, horoscope lies —
You swallow stench and twisted fakes,
A fool beneath the smoggy skies.
Scams herded like a nation's flock,
They multiply, but won’t confess
The damage done inside your clock —
A secret kept by dark distress.
The media's agenda drops
From “high above,” they know the game:
To dull the mind, the scum that props
The rotten crew — you’ll never name.
Clicks and twitches for the “roof” —
Horoscopes among their lies.
Media's all sell their poison proof,
Drowned deep in fog where truth just dies.
Astrology’s a science, sure.
Media's the fake-pseudoscience brand,
A place where lies grow dark and pure —
They eat your brain like spider’s hand.
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Like Locked in a Cage
Crystals form of family’s madness,
When fading lifts the fragile veil.
That veil won’t last — time’s quick to madness,
And nonsense rules where truth grows pale.
Two egos, rigid, cold, and stubborn,
Can’t bend or yield in any fight —
In matters grave, they clash and burden,
Like prisoners trapped, enduring blight.
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Newspeak
They mold the "community" with Newspeak —
A "new" community, they say.
But Newspeak’s damage runs too deep:
It breeds half-men in its sway.
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No Rights for Madness!
No franchise for the crazy —
Burn it down, destroy the scene!
Think you’ll hit the lowest? Lazy —
No rights down there, just flee!
Fall fast, then jump like brute,
Break the bottom, claim your place.
But the depths? They’re absolute —
And madness wins the race.
There’s always lower, lower still,
No rights exist beneath that pit.
Hell draws close with iron will —
And madness grows, won’t quit.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon worldwide starts to march,
Soon to visit Charon’s shore.
Even he will dread the arch —
And close Hell’s gates once more.
Charon fears — he shuts the pit,
Saving demons from their fate.
Serving edges — this is it,
His grim joy, the Devil’s gate.
Mammon drifts, condemned to sway,
By Hell’s doorstep, doomed to roam.
Vanished soon — a new-born way,
A brand new man to claim the throne.
Through gold and lies, again will rise
That spawn to shake this Earth’s repose.
And bring the tremors, shatter skies —
When Mammon’s dark new chapter grows.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon’s plague now stalks the earth,
Heading fast to Charon’s gate.
Even Death recoils in wrath —
Hell itself must close its fate.
Charon shudders, shuts the pit,
Saves the demons from the fire.
He who guards the shadow’s grit,
Serves the edge of grim desire.
Mammon writhes, a cursed spawn,
Chains of Hell will hold it tight.
Soon it dies — a new dawn
Breeds a fiend to spread the blight.
Gold and lies, the twisted breed,
Rise again to shake the ground.
Earth will shiver, quake, and bleed —
As Mammon’s doom descends profound.
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World’s Mammon — The Deathspawn
Mammon’s curse has cracked the sky,
Marching straight to Charon’s door.
Death shudders, can’t deny —
Hell’s gates slam forevermore.
Charon cowers, seals the pit,
Saves the demons from the flames.
Darkness grins — the cursed writ,
Serving chaos, hell’s own games.
Mammon writhes, a festering blight,
Tied to Hell’s unholy chains.
Soon it dies — but from the night,
Sprouts new plague to spread the pains.
Gold and lies, the poison seed,
Rise again — the earth will bleed.
Shattered bones and broken breath —
Mammon drags the world to death.
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Mammon’s Rot: The Final Plague
Mammon’s plague — a roaring beast,
Lunging straight at Charon’s feast.
Death recoils — Hell’s gates will slam,
Doomed to burn in death’s cruel jam.
Charon shivers, seals the tomb,
Saves the demons — seals their doom.
Hell’s own servant, chaos’ blade,
Feeds on screams the darkness made.
Mammon writhes in chains of rot,
Suffocates the world with blot.
It will die? No — spawn anew,
Slaughter dressed in lies and glue.
Gold’s false glitter, venom’s seed,
Breeds again to kill and bleed.
Earth will quake beneath the weight —
Mammon drags the world to fate.
In hellfire’s grip the shadows scream,
Feeding on a twisted dream.
All is lost, the soul decays —
Mammon’s curse forever stays.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Abyss Unleashed
Mammon, rot incarnate, slithers vile and fierce,
Dragging Charon’s throne into a blood-soaked pierce.
Death itself recoils in dread and shame,
Hell’s gates slam shut on this corrupted flame.
Charon shudders, seals the damned domain,
Saving fiends to torment souls again.
Hell’s grim warden, sword of black despair,
Feeding on the cries that choke the air.
Mammon writhes in chains of filthy decay,
Suffocates the world in plague and grey.
Not dead — reborn in filth and lies,
A monstrous spawn beneath poisoned skies.
Gold’s sick glitter, serpent’s seed,
Breeds anew to grind and bleed.
Earth shudders under hellish weight,
Mammon drags all to final fate.
In infernal claws the darkness screams,
Feeding on the last of fractured dreams.
Souls dissolved, bones turned to dust —
Mammon’s curse: eternal rust.
No mercy, no light — only endless night,
A kingdom forged in madness and blight.
Hell is rising, the world’s last breath —
Mammon’s shadow is death’s own death.
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Mammon’s Plague — Abyssal Doom
Mammon rots, a putrid curse,
Slithers forth in hell’s own hearse.
Dragged to Charon’s shadowed pier,
Death recoils — the end is near.
Gates of Hell slam cold and tight,
Demon thralls weep endless night.
Charon grits his bones of rust,
Doomed to guard the cursed dust.
Mammon writhes in chains of slime,
Feeding on a world’s decline.
Not dead, but birthed in filth and bile,
A plague that poisons all with guile.
Gold that gleams with satan’s breath,
Spawns fresh monsters born of death.
Earth convulses, wracked with pain,
Mammon drags the world insane.
Souls devoured, bones crushed to ash,
Hope consumed in hellish crash.
No salvation, no reprieve,
Only darkness left to grieve.
Endless night, no dawn in sight,
A kingdom drowned in blackest blight.
Hell unleashed with cruel intent —
Mammon’s grip: the final end.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Final Abyss
Mammon writhes, a cancer foul,
Dragging worlds beneath his scowl.
Charon’s boat now stained with gore,
Frightened souls beg for no more.
Hell’s gates slam on demon’s screams,
Charon weeps in broken dreams.
Not a savior — warden damned,
Guarding ashes of the damned.
Mammon’s poison seeps like blood,
Turns pure earth to choking mud.
Born from filth, bred in decay,
Feeding on souls led astray.
Gold’s false glow, a serpent’s tongue,
Spawns new fiends, forever young.
Earth convulses, wracked with dread,
While the living crawl with dead.
Bones crushed under endless weight,
Hope extinguished, crushed by fate.
No salvation, none to find,
Only darkness — cruel, unkind.
Night eternal, no escape,
Worlds consumed in blackened shape.
Hell unleashed, the final breath,
Mammon’s clutch — a deathly death.
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The Parts of “Success”
Stupidity plus greed and endless dread —
(Fear’s injected everywhere, always fed) —
Breeds a psyche cracked, a mind unblessed,
While years of bondage feed the unrest.
Stupidity’s “natural,” but training’s worse:
The Creature knows the game, the cursed
Programs torturing pure reason’s core,
To silence truth forevermore.
The hidden gist: greed marches in line,
In wretched lives it plants its sign.
And propaganda’s lies and screams
Glue all that filth — the nightmare’s schemes.
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The Formula of Ruin
Stupidity fused with greed and fear,
(A plague that stalks both far and near) —
Breaks the mind, a shattered wreck,
Years in chains make no mind check.
“Natural” fool, but bred to kill,
That Creature knows the poison drill:
It twists pure reason, strangles light,
Drowns all truth in endless night.
Greed marches in a brutal horde,
In broken lives it claws and gored.
Propaganda howls, deceives,
Binding all with web of thieves.
This heap of filth, this cursed stew —
Is all the “success” you pursue.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupidity, greed, and ceaseless dread—
Fear’s virus bred inside your head—
Crush the mind to rotting pulp,
Years of chains—your endless gulp.
“Natural fool,” yet trained to serve
That Creature’s will—to twist, to swerve.
It wrings pure reason, snuffs the flame,
Drowns your soul in filthy shame.
Greed’s the cancer, thick and vile,
In every breath, it claws, defiles.
Propaganda’s shrillest lies
Seal your fate—no more disguise.
This pile of shit you worship, praise—
Is your “success” in this haze.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupid, greedy, never still,
Fear that claws and kills your will—
Mind decays, rots to the core,
Chained and crushed forevermore.
Born a fool, but trained to break,
Soul to drain and body shake.
Reason dies beneath their hand,
Pure thought crushed by their command.
Greed’s the plague that claws your breath,
Drags you down to hell and death.
Lies scream loud, their venom’s deep—
Bind your mind, enslave your sleep.
Shit you worship, shit you crave,
This is all your life will save.
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Almost Bird...
A roasted chick —
Boiled in lies thick,
Then fried on Fear’s flame.
To hell with custom’s game!
Crazy bird’s routine —
Spirit’s wings wiped clean.
Powerless? Let it be.
Screw weakness — set it free.
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Just One Big Lie for One Big Season
The CowID results are buried
In war's apocalyptic rattle.
The sheep, so simple and unwary,
Need one big lie to start the battle.
The first lie vanishes completely —
They tremble at the fresh disaster.
It fades — and joy returns so sweetly,
The herd feels peace and safety faster.
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One lie. One spell. One herd obeys —
Then cheers the slaughter as it prays.
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The Naked King and the Numbskull Crowd
The king is bare,
His court — for hire.
The crowd? Don’t care —
Just grunts and liars.
The lords all feud,
Distrust is growing.
The priest’s a brute —
He blesses moaning.
The king is bare,
The axe is gleaming.
But if they stare
And keep on dreaming —
Then chains come back
With fresh enslaving.
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The Core of Modern Pseudo-Psychology
They bolt on wheels to a dead old mule,
Then praise its "energizing pace."
In "psychology," that's the rule
When Spirit’s vanished without a trace.
Their theories? Hollow, soulless schemes.
The "practice"? Cash, control, and lies.
It feeds on shadowed power dreams —
Where evil thrives in thin disguise.
It creeps into the mind unseen —
A backstab hurts the most, you know.
In this soulless, lifeless machine,
Psychology serves shadow’s glow.
A crutch for lies, for chains, for pain,
Dead mules march off to work and war —
As long as charlatans explain
Their fate with jargon by the score.
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They preach the mind — but sell the soul,
Dead mules obey, and darkness rolls.
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The Blind Spot
A blind spot lives in every mind —
The root of chains for all mankind.
The fiends will preach, and you’ll believe —
Their lies now bolder, worse, and cheap.
It grows like mold on fear and greed,
On pious fools and wicked need.
And while the world just stares, unwise —
The blind spot burns through truth and skies.
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