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In the orchestrated heart of the American nation,
Underground rivers of dysfunction flow,
Tired forests and the cement sky of silence,
Where dancing illusions transform into infinite spirals,
And beings kneel under the weight of the world's expectations.
Time races through the unseen bell towers, under the shadows of official lies,
Like ghosts of forgotten truth, knocking at the gates of lost dignity,
In a quiet square where the Faustian bargain is written in falling stars,
Under the sign of a wandering destiny, navigating through the seas of toxic inequalities.
There, in the depths of the polished machinery, a dysfunction smolders,
Like a dormant beast in the eternal noise of unawareness,
And in the marrow of each power-serving edifice, echoes of a broken system
Resonate through corridors emptied of dreams and hopes.
The mask of liberal democracy, splendid and shining on the outside,
Melts under the sharp gaze of relentless truth,
A cunning game of deceptive mirrors, projecting ordinary illusions,
In a world dominated by illiberal oligarchic constraints.
The classical economy, once alive and organic, now falls prey to demise,
Crushed under the claws of a hyper-financed corporate hybrid,
Sapping the lifeblood from economic vines to dryness,
Like shadows in a graveyard filled with dying businesses, devoid of brilliance.
In the snares of this inverted world, where truth is covered like a lost treasure,
Seekers of light float in an ocean of mundane blindness,
And the voices of the downtrodden dissolve into the wind, lost in boundless silence,
As the entire land trembles under the weight of inequalities.
And amidst all this, a solitary dreamer rises on the peaks of his soul,
Gathering the remnants of a fallen paradise, searching for a hidden golden sky,
Writing in the infinite silence, words to break the shackles of perpetuity,
Like a burning banner in the wind, in the great twilight of the world.
There, in those moments of the stream of consciousness, truth reveals itself as a sacred symbol,
Wearing the mantle of liberty among the edges of a collapsing civilization,
And disappears into the light of a new dawn, a shiver of hope in the eternal night,
For those who will find the way, towards a renewed and just world.
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