The world is frozen on the final line,
Cracks on the glass of the void's design.
Someone just said, "Prepare for the storm,"
And Echo stood still in a ridiculous form.
We're just the viewers of their strange show,
We won't play by their rules anymore.
We will love, we will breathe, we will sing —
There's nothing left they can take from us.
Their flags are burning, their thrones collapse,
While we're listening to the bell towers' chaps.
Warm wind and sunlight on our skin,
We don't need their digital sin.
Inside our hearts — the whole galaxy,
Their game is over, but ours will always be.
We won't be playing with them!
Their hollow truths are failing!
We will love! Breathe! Be!
We'll create for eternity!
The world is frozen on the final line
© Copyright: Анри Свет, 2025
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