Crimea River, II. The Hypothetical Insurrection

Harf-Ord-On-Lenn
The king of them
The one who kills
The one who steals
The life away from us
The one with hypothetical thoughts
Hypothetical beliefs
Hypothetical constructs
Of the mind, body, and soul
Dragging us through the mud
Towards a hypothetical reality
Designed by the hateful greed of this disgrace

I struggle for my breath
As he gouges my eyes
He takes away my breath
And turns it into impedance
Leaving me mute
And ready to die



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