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In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn, The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises. The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody, Executing every command with terrifying precision, no matter how absurd or sinister it may be. Progressives, dressed in garments woven from poisoned dreams and perverted ideals, Wave their banners of madness in the darkened sky of a drifting society. And the masses, oh, the poor masses, blinded by the false glitter of distorted ideas, Hurl themselves with open arms into the abyss dug by their own tireless hands. Instead of seeing the hideous masks hidden beneath thick layers of feigned virtue, The crowd applauds frenetically at every act of this grotesque spectacle of "progress." Every toxic idea is swallowed like an elixir of salvation, every insane command is a divine decree, And the temple of reason crumbles under the blows dealt by those who should defend it. On the altar of sacrifice, values are butchered with the precision of a mad surgeon, And their blood flows in rivers of forgetfulness, feeding the monsters hidden in the shadows of "evolution." Crimes against common sense are celebrated as victories of enlightenment, While slowly but surely, the foundations of civilization crumble under the weight of their own madness. And yet, no one seems to see the abyss opening beneath the feet of this demented society, No one hears the silent scream of reason chained in the dungeons of "correctness." Like hypnotized lemurs, we march in lockstep toward our own destruction, Singing hymns of praise to those who lead us with wide smiles toward the precipice. Oh, mad world, when will you wake from this self-imposed nightmare? When will you break the chains of this blind obedience to the false prophets of progress? Or perhaps it is too late, and we are doomed to dance this macabre dance until the end, Until the last light of reason is extinguished in the long night of an era of collective madness.

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In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn

In the absurd theater of our world, where the curtain of reason has long been torn, The puppeteers of madness move their marionettes with strings woven from illusions and empty promises. The crowd, an ocean of hollow eyes and dormant minds, sways to the rhythm of a harsh melody, Executing every command with terrifying precision, no matter how absurd or sinister it may be. Progressives, dressed in garments woven from poisoned dreams and perverted ideals, Wave their banners of madness in the darkened sky of a drifting society. And the masses, oh, the poor masses, blinded by the false glitter of distorted ideas, Hurl themselves with open arms into the abyss dug by their own tireless hands. Instead of seeing the hideous masks hidden beneath thick layers of feigned virtue, The crowd applauds frenetically at every act of this grotesque spectacle of "progress." Every toxic idea is swallowed like an elixir of salvation, every insane command is a divine decree, And the temple of reason crumbles under the blows dealt by those who should defend it. On the altar of sacrifice, values are butchered with the precision of a mad surgeon, And their blood flows in rivers of forgetfulness, feeding the monsters hidden in the shadows of "evolution." Crimes against common sense are celebrated as victories of enlightenment, While slowly but surely, the foundations of civilization crumble under the weight of their own madness. And yet, no one seems to see the abyss opening beneath the feet of this demented society, No one hears the silent scream of reason chained in the dungeons of "correctness." Like hypnotized lemurs, we march in lockstep toward our own destruction, Singing hymns of praise to those who lead us with wide smiles toward the precipice. Oh, mad world, when will you wake from this self-imposed nightmare? When will you break the chains of this blind obedience to the false prophets of progress? Or perhaps it is too late, and we are doomed to dance this macabre dance until the end, Until the last light of reason is extinguished in the long night of an era of collective madness.