The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.
Vice is branded "good" once more,
Or "progress" masks corruption's core.
Chains keep changing shape and fashion,
Lies grow sharper through deception.
Century on century rolls.
Fools are forged to fill their roles.
Walls alone cannot enslave us—
Nonsense built instead to cage us.
Fence the minds with hollow cries,
Turn them one against the next.
Change the methods of oppression—
Thus survives the fascist cesspit.
The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.
Grief has crossed its highest mark:
Watch the fool perform his part.
Empty laws and useless barriers,
Scars inflicted by their carriers.
Hopeless is the faithful drone,
Citizen of lands unknown—
States existing just in name,
Sheep by any common claim.
"Sheep-virus" stripped the grand disguise:
Total lies and fear-filled skies
Showed the depth of mind's decay,
Souls long since all sold away.
Blindness spreads from shore to shore;
Few perceive the madhouse more.
Like rare birds almost departed,
Truth grows faint and broken-hearted.
Fresh "reforms" prepare instead
Half-made beasts to take their stead.
Not an idiot—merely tame,
Fit to feed the Camp of Shame.
Now the Digital Camp draws near:
Jaws will think, while minds disappear.
Brains reduced to shriveled clutter—
Such the price when evil's suffered.
The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.
Yet disaster waits for Wrong:
Neo-fascist dreams aren't long.
They will never fully bind
Every spirit, every mind.
Turn within and seek salvation;
Rot consumes the outer nation.
If your mind lives only there,
Filth dissolves it into air.
In this dull enslaved domain,
Fall—but rise and fight again.
Simple is the path's command:
Leave behind the fool's wasteland.
Seek the Source with steady sight,
Leave the pit and seek the Light.
Every "change" that Evil praises
Only hides the prison's traces.
The "wind of change" begins to blow:
One foul reign replaced by woe.
Every horror yields another—
Still the soul grows sadder, darker.
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