In these grim times, with so much sorrow and rage,
With lungs that ache, longing to scream, caged,
I’d kick, I’d push, I’d break what I can,
To wake you, my dearest, my brother, my man.
See, I know that freedom exists,
It’s just hidden by father’s fists.
The door opens only in winter’s cold, when the bear reaches the threshold,
I can pull you out from your dream,
But I can’t crawl inside your mind, you see.
Wake up, for only you can flee from the devil’s hold.
We kicked something…
#bitcoin #nostr #bitchamler #plebs
https://youtu.be/jr8qKpocH9M?si=OFRyrFtiTFAjV_70
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2025-09-14 15:53:15 UTC
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npub197dv7sgfyr64zeqf3jmhd2s2v28arkxv567wd88zrwkl0ae63qmsx7mk00Published at
2025-09-14 15:53:15 UTCEvent JSON
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