Decline, deceit, enslavement; sounds familiar?
Not yet? Wait till winter.
Fall, deception, subjugation; still nothing?
Wait for the minutes to start running.
There is not a minute to waste
Or we will find our end in the flames,
We must raise or stay as a disgraced,
There are so many different names.
There is always a shadow behind the puppet,
Hate it or love it,
This is more complex than a jigsaw puzzle,
To this point, everything has been corrupted.
What was told is no longer a myth,
1984 here we go.
The blacksmith has become a wordsmith,
Know your foe.
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