Today

So many lies
Spirit dies
Lore’s untold
Bullshit sold
Where is the tree
Our minds not free
Insanity rules
The leader fools
We march for war
But what’s it for
Disaster looms
The old man grooms

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About a foolhardy florilegium

Nullius addictus iurare in verba magistri, quo me cumque rapit tempestas, deferor hospes.
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