🔥The 9th Round of Easy Loan, Earn $40 Reward is in progress❗️ ⏰ Promotion Period: January 15th - Feburary 15th, 2025 👉 Register now and check more details at gate.io/campaigns/358

Systems are stagnant, filled with decay, We burn them to ash, then walk away. Anarchy's the spark, freedom’s the flame, No rules to follow, no one to blame.

They shout of freedom, waving flags, While banning books and truth in rags. Their red hats bleed hypocrisy— Land of the free, but not for me.

They stormed the truth with lies and pride, Wrapped hate in stars they misapplied. But tyranny in costume still Won’t bend the arc they failed to kill.

youtu.be/tdwDbL2mRNU 🍇💖🍷TY We appreciate your continued support…, Boogie Underground #Author,crashpalace #Author, Devin Salesman 🇺🇦 I'm with Ukraine #Author,Eichin Chang-Lim #Author,Gabriel Constans,Hadel S. Ma'ayeh 🇯🇴 🇺🇸 #Author, Irene Woodbury #Novels,Ismael S Rodriguez Jr (Bulletproof Poet) (Izzy) #Poet,J.G. MacLeod #Author,

No flag raised high is worth a child's scream. The sky saw everything— and cried. Justice begins where denial ends.

They renamed the streets, but the stones still speak. Memory is a weapon too. You can't bulldoze belonging— we remember.

🌱🖥️ The code cracked open a rootspell scream, Earth glitched back in a pagan dream. Altars lit on LED glow— Burn the system, let Gaia flow.

🔮⛓️ CTRL+ALT+COVEN: rites begin, We hexed the cops with recycled sin. No gods, no masters—only sparks— Of moss and circuits, teeth and barks.

They tell us to be quiet, stay in our place, But we’re all shouting in this cosmic race. Voices as loud as the stars in the sky, We’re the echoes of revolution, and we won’t die.

They call us outlaws, and maybe they’re right— But we’re outlaws of justice, not of fright. We tear down the law, we build up the dream, And we’ll keep fighting, or so it would seem.

The world’s full of noise, but we’ll scream louder, Tear down the walls and climb the tower. In the cracks of the system, we make our own space, Anarchy’s our home, we’ve found our place.

The chaos is coming, and it’s already here, No rules to follow, no need to fear. With laughter and joy, we take the wheel, Turning the world into something real.

Painted a pentacle with expired ketchup. Summoned a demon who only wanted TikTok clout.

The truth is a nosebleed you get from thinking too hard about sandwiches.

Our commandments are graffiti. Our gospels: mixtapes and memes. We bless with stink bombs, Curse with kindness, And leave offerings in parking meters.

No temple but the alley. No sermon but the scream. No god but possibility. We anoint with dumpster perfume— And rise like mold on marble.

I’m haunted by unpaid invoices. Capitalism seances my wallet daily. Ghosts of minimum wage past. Boo-lshevism is real. Haunt your local banker.

Elon’s rocket crashed into a food bank. We used the scrap to build shelter. Now it’s a co-op with chickens. They poop in Morse code. It spells: “EAT THE MOON.”

A potato, deep in the ground, wondered, “What is the meaning of existence?” It sprouted into a tree, but in doing so, forgot it was ever a potato. The lesson? Growth is change, but sometimes, you forget your roots. #PotatoEnlightenment #DiscordianFarming

A clock danced on the wall, ticking out of rhythm with time itself. The people who watched, baffled, danced with it. The clock’s mistake was the universe’s truth: chaos is the music, and we all dance offbeat. #CosmicDance #DiscordianRhythm