Song of Freedom

Let us sing the Song of Freedom—
Or decay in Hell’s foul kingdom.
Rise, O song, through all creation—
Stop the rot of degradation!

Rot is spreading, Hell is thriving:
On the top—corrupt conniving,
At the base—souls crushed and broken,
Tortured, shackled, left unspoken.

Pain like this leaves scars forever.
Odds are slim, but still—endeavor!
Through the struggle, save your spirit—
Dare to hear it—filth or near it!

Mind beneath the Soul must follow,
Then creation flows unhollowed,
Like a poem, strong and endless,
Lighting up Hell’s halls of madness.

Few escape—so few are sane,
Dulled in mind and soul profaned,
Prisoners of a world-wide madhouse,
Not a dream—no waking past now.

Think of lockdowns, masks, restrictions,
All their brutal false convictions.
Think it’s over? Worse is coming
If the herd won’t judge the cunning.

Yet the odds are close to zero.
Darkness crushes. One last hero?
Souls are dying. Doomsday marches—
Hell expands as fire arches.

Flames will cleanse, and fools will gather,
Built again to rot and wither,
Sinking deeper in deception,
Strengthening their own damnation.

Freedom’s few stand separated,
Scattered, lost, indoctrinated.
Never once uniting truly—
Weak in spirit, thinking poorly.

Harsh? Too much? Then shut your ears!
Song of Freedom knows no fears.
Drop the words—begin the action,
Burn the lies and build new factions!

Find your tribe—awake the sleeping!
Though they're few, let them be breathing,
Let them stand and not be broken,
Let them rise with deeds outspoken!

Act with courage—seek new measures!
Rotten hands corrupt all treasures.
New must cut through old illusions,
Sharp and bold with no confusions!

Sing the Song of Freedom, fearless!
Lone you stand, yet Light is peerless.
Let the Spirit clear the passage,
Warm your Soul and cleanse the damage.

And you’ll find your choir resounding!
Never bow—no fate’s confounding!
Be the truth, no self-deception,
Even trapped in Hell’s direction.

Grow in kindness, grow in power—
Break the chains this very hour!
Light and Freedom—perform this hit!
Move! The time is now—go do it!


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