The incantation of a small prayer for the people of Hong Kong, as their tongues are torn out, their ears sealed up and their eyes sewn shut.

When The Middle Kingdom Comes

Turn slowly to the East, All Under Heaven found.
Civilisation’s ancient seat, culture’s origins abound.
Confucian terracotta peace, but put your ear to the ground
Sense the grinding of the teeth, under boots that Mao found.
The Republic of the People, politics' Project Vanity
Bastard child of satan, sired by insanity.
Billionaire communists neatly shun the peasant toil their gold comes from.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Butchered in their masses, starved or spirited away.
Cultural Revolution passes back to Great Leap Forward day.
Free speech lying bleedin’ ‘neath the beating of red drums.
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

Taking out the protest man, tank columns in the square.
Ever scratching fair Taiwan, knowing China’s heart is there.
Smothering every voice you can, covid viruses to share.
War on all fronts five-year-planned, to the pacifist’s despair.
The last to offer charity, the first to issue threat.
Pollution choking clarity of third world crippling debt.
See the friendships that she’s workin’ on – why they all have rented guns
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

From the genocide of Uyghurs to the killing fields of war
In Tibets, Vietnams, Koreas, the doctrinal moral whore
Lives and liberties succumb to the broken idealistic thumb,
Heaven help your precious freedom, when The Middle Kingdom comes.

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When The Middle Kingdom Comes

After this I saw: the temple, the tabernacle in heaven, was opened, and out of the temple came the seven angels who had the seven plagues, clothed in pure, bright linen and girded around the chest with golden belts. And one of the four living creatures gave to the seven angels seven golden bowls full of the wrath of God, who lives forever and ever. And the temple was filled with smoke from the glory of God and from his power; and no one could enter the temple until the seven plagues of the seven angels were finished.

Danach sah ich: Es wurde aufgetan der Tempel, die Stiftshütte im Himmel, und aus dem Tempel kamen die sieben Engel, die die sieben Plagen hatten, angetan mit reinem, hellem Leinen und gegürtet um die Brust mit goldenen Gürteln. Und eine der vier Gestalten gab den sieben Engeln sieben goldene Schalen voll vom Zorn Gottes, der da lebt von Ewigkeit zu Ewigkeit. Und der Tempel wurde voll Rauch von der Herrlichkeit Gottes und von seiner Kraft; und niemand konnte in den Tempel gehen, bis die sieben Plagen der sieben Engel vollendet waren.

Seven Shells Of Anger

Once upon a time a little man
alone  and with no age
by dint of living at minimum.
He sold tobacco and chewing gums
always behind his counter , transparent, almost no one.
Then , when night comes, 
 in the land of chimeras
he re-writes his own story
then , in the softness of his sheets , he leaves real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

Once upon a time a beautiful lady 
who crossed her life with a certain melancholy
she had achieved her woman life 
but when children leave, sometimes, tears only remain 
Then , when night comes, 
 in the land of chimeras
she re-writes her own story
then , in the softness of her sheets , she leaves real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

This is eventually the very banal story 
of all those people living on their own
to whom we don't even give a look 

Then , when night comes, 
they want to believe that life is beautiful
that they can change the end of the story
eyes wide open , in the dark, they leave real life away 
for the most beautiful Happy end

Happy End

hey ya, hey yo
we wanna go where the smoke don't blow
hey ya, hey yo
51 billion tons is enough for everyone

i'm not playin'
i'm just sayin'
there's a way out
there's gotta be a way out

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X_Z7KEC_qgs

gotta be a way out

From the album "The Opaque Vessel" -
https://moodexhibit.bandcamp.com/album/the-opaque-vessel

Mood Exhibit - Wagon

I Older Us, I Slued, Or So I Ruled:: Sidle Our Idol Ruse:: Soul Ride

Amazing

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lyrics & vocals . Mariam Zohra D : Myrh

remix of original: "och" con myrh
https://soundcloud.com/enternetboy/och-con-myrh

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"Och" con Myrh (Remix) | Enternet Boy

this fleeting feeling

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poetry/song/visual arts
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reflection, projected in waves of rhythm.
feeling home in melodies
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