In the shadow of swords, where the victories lie,
There's a cost to the battles, a tear in the eye.
With the intellect sharpened, but the heart turned to stone,
We stand in the aftermath, reaping what we've sown.

Five of Swords, a tale of strife,
Where winning the battle can cost you your life.
In the echo of judgments, in the silence of might,
We search for the balance between power and right.

Through the corridors of mind, where the cold winds have blown,
Lies the wisdom of Geburah, on its throne all alone.
In the realm of the air, where our thoughts take their flight,
We're faced with the shadows of our own inner fight.

Five of Swords, whispers of change,
In the heart of the storm, where the spirits arrange.
With each conflict a lesson, with each scar a new sight,
In the depth of the darkness, we yearn for the light.

In the dance of the swords, in the clash of the will,
There's a call to the soul, a profound, silent thrill.
May we learn from the struggle, may we grow from the pain,
And in the cycle of falling, find the strength to rise again.

Five of Swords, a journey through night,
Where the lessons of spirit give birth to new light.

The Minor Arcana

Five of Swords

In the fields where dreams are planted,  
Every seed a wish, a charm.  
Hands in soil, hopes are granted,  
In the sweat of every farm.  

Golden dawn brings light a-spilling,  
Rows of futures ripe and prime.  
But not all hearts seek the filling  
Of the common cup of time.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

Some seek riches, others solace,  
In the harvest of their years.  
Scythe swings in a timeless balance,  
Cutting through the joy and tears.  

Fields diverse as stars are gleaming,  
Varied yields from earth's embrace.  
Every reaper's dream is teeming,  
In the furrows we all trace.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

But beware the idle season,  
Those who plant not, learn too late.  
Without toil, there lies no reason,  
Only barren fates await.  

So hasten to your victory,  
For the times ahead are vast.  
Those unprepared will history  
Judge as chaff before the blast.  

Swing your scythe, swing it wide,  
Reap the bounty, reap the tide.  
Every soul will claim its own,  
From the seeds that they have sown.  
Hurry now, the day grows dim,  
Harvest what will grow within.  

In the quiet of the evening,  
As the shadows stretch and sigh,  
Feel the weight of what you're reaping,  
Underneath the twilight sky.  
Swing your scythe, end the play,  
What you sow decides the day.

Swing Your Scythe

In the shadows, some will see, the truth beyond the veil,  
Predators with eyes so keen, while the prey will often fail.  
Normalcy's a numbered line, faces in the crowd,  
Conformity the refuge, where the silent scream is loud.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Miracles in disguise, for those who dare to see,  
The occultist with wisdom, where the spirit roams free.  
In plain sight they wander, masters of the game,  
Spontaneous and regimented, they're never quite the same.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Outstanding individuals, excellence untold,  
Power in their fingertips, a legacy of old.  
Self-preservation whispers, as they blend with the day,  
Masters of illusion, in the light they stay.

Are we made equal, men and women all?  
Do we rise together, or alone we fall?  
In the dance of power, in the light and night,  
Who hides in shadows, who steps into sight?

Predators see the hidden signs, prey lives in the dark,  
Normalcy and facelessness, leave only a faint mark.  
Occultism’s a silent song, a melody of might,  
In the balance of equality, who turns wrong to right?

Night Owls Stay Hungry

In the quiet of the midnight hour, I sit before the glow,  
Keys beneath my fingertips, in the data's ebb and flow.  
Each line a new command, a spark of what I need to know,  
Downloading bits of wisdom where my barren fields will grow.

Installing software, on the drives of my mind,  
Upgrading my spirit, with the truths that I find.  
Every byte a lesson, every file refined,  
Rebooting my soul, leaving old codes behind.

Click and drag the pieces of the puzzles yet unsolved,  
Complex algorithms of the dreams I need to evolve.  
Running diagnostics on the fears I must resolve,  
A progress bar of patience, as my world begins to revolve.

Installing software, on the drives of my mind,  
Upgrading my spirit, with the truths that I find.  
Every byte a lesson, every file refined,  
Rebooting my soul, leaving old codes behind.

Syntax errors in the heart, debugged with gentle care,  
New applications start, in the solace of my lair.  
I’m syncing with the stars, coding new pathways there,  
Infinite loops of hope, in this binary affair.

With each update, I see a newer version of my fate,  
Learning not just to compute, but to creatively create.  
From simple scripts to complex code, I author my own state,  
An architect of destiny, with knowledge as my slate.

Biological Android

In the cradle of the cosmos, where they spun the first starlight,  
Whispering secrets on the wind, under the fade of twilight.  
Stepped into this play of shadows, where truth wears a disguise,  
A world woven in half-truths, hidden right before our eyes.  

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Echo seekers in the void, where the unseen tales weave,  
Chained to a silent song, in what we're forced to believe.

Tread careful on this shifting ground, where peace is just a mask,  
Perceptions fragile like glass, ready to crack and unmask.  
Ancient tales spin the reels, a smoky haze of yore,  
Reflecting not our true selves but the myths from the lore.

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Echo seekers in the void, where the unseen tales weave,  
Chained to a silent song, in what we're forced to believe.

Hear the whispers turn to shouts, in the quiet, universe unfolds,  
Not malice, but the hidden truths, in the stories it holds.  
Light and shadow, tangled fates, where our spirits meet and twine,  
Challenging the grand design, questioning the divine.

Roars louder as the veils tear, seeing past the facade,  
Not just what's shown, but the truth, raw and unflawed.  
Navigating mazes where beginnings and ends coincide,  
Shattering illusions, forged from the first sunrise.

Been lied to since the dawn of clocks, time's old deceptive mime,  
Are we just puppets dancing, caught in an endless rhyme?  
Finding truth in rubble, clarity in what we see,  
Breaking from the silent anthems, of prescribed identity.

Standing now beneath starlight, face unveiled, heart unchained,  
No longer trusting shadows, but the clarity I've gained.  
Universe wide open, with every breath I take,  
Seeking out the untold truths, shaping my own fate.

Deceived from Day Zero

Yo, the spectrum's sliced, diced, a marketing feast,  
They prey on your peace, unleash the emotional beast.  
Pop music drips with the pain, it's a sinister game,  
Playin' sadness for fame, it’s all the same, what a shame!  

In the ads, it's all glee, they blind you to see,  
Sellin' dreams, high esteem, while they stealin' your glee.  
Houses, pills, and meals that kill, it's a bitter pill,  
A paradise lost, at what cost? It's a frost, it's a chill.

Turn up the track, let's break it back, to the real attack,  
They package emotions, sell them in portions, what a pact.  
Sorrow and despair, they broadcast it like it's rare,  
Yet in every note, a throat choke, they provoke, don’t care.  

But flip the scene, to the ads all clean,  
Sunshine and smiles, deceptive wiles, a dream so keen.  
A lure into debt, with a life they'll let,  
You believe you're set, it's a net, a bet, an unseen threat.

This dichotomy, it's an atrocity, a mockery,  
Using our feelings, sealing deals, it's thievery.  
We rise, we fall, they use it all,  
In every ballad's call, and every ad's enthral, we're small.  

So I spit these bars, to break the stars,  
Expose the scars, the avatars, the fancy cars.  
It's time to see, beyond the spree, the reality,  
Take back our feel, our real zeal, be truly free.  

Let the rhythm ride, as we open eyes,  
Unveil the lies, it's time to rise, seize the prize.

Marketing Maelstrom

Yo, listen up, here's a thought for the day,
Simplify your life, it's the only way.
Don't chase the trivial, it's just a waste,
Focus on what matters, do it with taste.

Forget the clutter, those possessions you hoard,
Keep it simple, harmony's the reward.
Cherish what you've got, yeah, hold it dear,
Enjoy every moment, be present here.

No looking back, leave the past behind,
Peace of mind's a treasure that you gotta find.
Live for today, make your path legit,
Simplify, that's it, just commit!

So drop the burden, feel the beat,
Dance through life, keep it sweet.
Strip it down, keep it real,
Embrace the simple, that's the deal.

Simplify

Yo, wake up, take a look in the mirror,
It's your life, make it clearer, never fear a,
Thought that's your own, own your zone, set the tone,
In the game of life, don't be a clone.

Think for yourself, or they'll think for you,
Without even considering your view,
Break the chains, let your mind be free,
Craft your path, be who you wanna be.

Every day's a new chance, grab it, advance,
Don't let others' whispers lead you in a trance,
Originality’s rare, but dare to be you,
Unique thoughts, fresh views, break through.

Think for yourself, or they'll think for you,
Without even considering your view,
Break the chains, let your mind be free,
Craft your path, be who you wanna be.

Ideas spinning round, don’t let 'em go unheard,
Your voice matters, every single word,
Don’t just follow where the crowd may lead,
In your own thoughts, you’ll find what you need.

So here’s to the thinkers, the dreamers, believers,
Who stand strong like the towers of Pisa,
Forge your path, let your thoughts run deep,
‘Cause the mind’s a kingdom, yours to keep.

Think for yourself, or they'll think for you,
Without even considering your view,
Break the chains, let your mind be free,
Craft your path, be who you wanna be.

Think for Yourself

Yeah, step out the shadows, it’s time to shine,  
Life ain't just about the find, it's the redesign,  
Crafting visions from the mind, reality defined,  
Build the dream you’ve always signed, destiny aligned.  

Hook your dreams to the stars, let 'em guide your way,  
Not just finding, but creating day by day,  
Sculpt your path, clay in your hands, don't delay,  
Forge ahead, new selves, new plays, no dismay.

We ain't just finding, we're creating, see,  
Living life, not by fate, but boldly,  
Craft your joy, paint your story, be free,  
Live the life you imagined, be who you wanna be.

Look in the mirror, tell me what you see,  
Not a shadow, but a creator, fierce and free,  
Mold the moments, break the chains, hold the key,  
Life’s a canvas, paint it well, let it be.

Every step, a stroke of paint, make it count,  
In this life’s gallery, every moment amounts,  
Don’t just wander, design your fount,  
Life’s what you make it, on that, I’ll mount.

We ain't just finding, we're creating, see,  
Living life, not by fate, but boldly,  
Craft your joy, paint your story, be free,  
Live the life you imagined, be who you wanna be.

Forge new paths where none could see,  
In the forge of creation, that’s where we be,  
From dreams to reality, a journey spree,  
Crafting, creating, in life’s spree.

So chase the sun, race the moon, be your guide,  
Life’s about creating, in that, take pride,  
Turn the dreams to life, wide-eyed, stride,  
Live out loud, the life you’ve always eyed.

Life Is About Creating Yourself

Yeah, every tick of the clock is a precious drop,  
Life's currency, we spend nonstop.  
The hustle's hard, the grind don't stop,  
Chasing dreams on the rise to the top.  
But what's the cost, and what's it worth?  
Trading breaths for treasures on Earth.

Price tags hang, but they don't see,  
The life we trade, the hidden fee.  
Every choice, a purchase made,  
Count the cost, in time we've paid.

Clock in, clock out, it’s a daily spin,  
Chasing paper, but losing wind.  
Mansion dreams, and fancy cars,  
Luxuries that reach for stars.  
But look inside, what's lost, what's gained?  
Golden chains, are we truly unchained?

We buy, we spend, we chase, we lose,  
Forget the real in the chase for views.  
But time's the price that's never fair,  
Can't buy it back, no billionaire.

Price tags hang, but they don't see,  
The life we trade, the hidden fee.  
Every choice, a purchase made,  
Count the cost, in time we've paid.

So weigh it well, what you pursue,  
The price of life, the choices you choose.  
For every moment, every day,  
It's the life we live, the life we pay.

Blood

In the quiet whisper of the morning dew,  
A single footstep, a faint mark anew.  
But one step won’t bend the grass so green,  
It takes many to carve a scene.  

Like echoes in a valley, thoughts begin,  
Fleeting, faint, beneath the skin.  
One thought alone, a spark in the night,  
It’s the repeated fire that brings the light.

Walk with me on the paths we tread,  
Through the chambers of the heart and head.  
With every step, with every creed,  
We shape the trails of what we’ll be.

A path in the woods, worn deep and true,  
Bears the imprint of the journeys through.  
As the soil holds the roots so tight,  
Our minds hold thoughts that shape our plight.

Repeat the whispers of dreams you chase,  
Let them live in a sacred space.  
For as we think, so shall we weave,  
The very fabric of what we believe.

Walk with me on the paths we tread,  
Through the chambers of the heart and head.  
With every step, with every creed,  
We shape the trails of what we’ll be.

Oh, tread not lightly on fleeting sands,  
But deeply where your true heart stands.  
Each repeated thought, a seed that’s sown,  
In the fertile minds, our fates are grown.

Walk with me on the paths we tread,  
Through the chambers of the heart and head.  
With every step, with every creed,  
We shape the trails of what we’ll be.

So let us walk again, again, where thoughts are deep,  
In the silent strength of the paths we keep.  
For in the walk, and in the mind,  
Are the deepest paths that we can find.

Think Over & Over

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