In cold halls, technocrats convene, scripting worlds in gray & green.
They banish books that dare ignite,
the flames of thought, the quest for light.
Earth’s a goddess, wild and free; she won’t be chained by their decree.
Through art & laughter, we’ll transcend, and bring their reign to its end.
They banish books that dare ignite,
the flames of thought, the quest for light.
Earth’s a goddess, wild and free; she won’t be chained by their decree.
Through art & laughter, we’ll transcend, and bring their reign to its end.
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