The Survival's Lament

At forty, I stand on survival's precipice,

Led towards death, with an ache for solace.

In a world where pandemics rage and wars ignite,

I tread a fragile thread through this endless night.

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In search of sages, wise beyond all measure,

To pierce the enigma, untangle life's cruel treasure.

To pull apart the blinding veil and see,

In a realm where sacred values cease to be.

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As ancient norms crumble like fragile bone,

Globalist whispers cast a chilling stone.

They plot depopulation's veiled, wicked scheme,

While we fight for freedom, chasing a fading dream.

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Corrupt politicians, puppet masters of despair,

Twisting truth, breeding chaos, they don't play fair.

Yet, we rise united, hearts aflame and bold,

Sentinels of principles, in a world grown cold.

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Amidst the relentless march of tech and AI,

We question their role, their gaze to the sky.

Will they serve our dreams or ruthlessly conspire,

As we seek wisdom amidst the wildfire?

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Climate lies and health's sinister illusion,

Lead us astray, a treacherous confusion.

But science, the ever-burning torch we hold,

In a world where reality and deceit unfold.

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Virtual currencies, fifteen-minute cities that promise grace,

Underneath their charm, a dark and hidden space.

Chemtrails in skies, vaccines, and tainted brews,

Conceal intentions to exploit, not to amuse.

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Science, we retreat from, or openly deny,

As falsehoods in climate and health multiply.

Yet, hope persists, our strength unshaken,

To unveil the truth, though the earth may quaken.

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At forty, I stand, a survivor on this stage,

In a world of turmoil, trapped in an endless cage.

Though shadows deepen, and despair takes hold,

We'll safeguard what matters, a story yet untold.