jonsmif

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  • Number One: oh, poor society, you are barely heard… a vapor!

    Rubashov, such a pity! Fair soldier, you are the hero of our time.

    Do not weep, child, for you are free! Free to roam on heaven’s edge.

    God alone judges. Not they. You, fair patriot, have been vindicated.

    You alone have suffered. Your empyreal waters will be sweet and unending!

    We claim democracy and freedom. We clipped our wings before we’d flown.

    Now we flap and flutter in waters unforgiving… a storm, inescapable!

    You, good hero, soar above the clouds in warm rays drenched of sun.

    Number One: poor society most concerned with upgrades and updates…

    You, brave giant, speak in action of an uprising. Spiritual. Peaceful.

    You, brave giant, belong among the Angels. The Prophets. The Gods.

    The cowards will tremble at your feet and spit blood upon your heels.

    I am an idle bird. A coward too. But I hope to creep by your side, and

    to grab your fierce winds and sail like Pytheas on oceans of strength.

    Fear not, hero of our time! Patriot of our time! You alone are free!

    You are the embodiment of the democracy! Of the ideal! Of the victory!

    In time, they will come to you to bury their face in your swaddle,

    and we will cry for all that is left unsaid, unwritten, and unknown!

    Let the preachers preach. Let them wage war on innocents.

    Let them ravage the earth. Let them partake in the Devil’s tricks.

    You must stay free, good friend. A mind can be shaken. A body broken.

    But Spirit expands forever, without charge… without break!

    Number One: oh, brutal ones, you shall know torment when

    your brutality has ceased to exist. You will claw and gnash to be free.

    Patriot child, you may cry. But cry in peace. For you alone are free!