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MoonCom Party

[Lyrics]

Binary mind, a tidy creed,
Yet nature’s graphs are wild with feed.
Confounds mingle, priors bend,
Latent factors interblend.
Manifolds of tangled cause,
Nonlinear worlds that break our laws.
Call it “good” or “bad” to cope—
Truth is a spectrum, not a trope.


Split the world in two—oh, what a sight!
Suddenly only Justice and Night.
Flip a coin morality, neat incision—
Evil and virtue by crisp partition.
How clean! How wrong! The map’s excision.



Archives bleached in Minitrue light,
Footnotes vanish in the bureaucrat night.
Margins trimmed, the index pared,
Victims muted, context bared.
“Who controls the past,” they sing,
“Purifies every wicked thing.”
Erase the stain, redact the scar—
Saints manufactured, near and far.


All sins deleted, case-closed decision—
Crimes dissolved by clean revision.
Everyone innocent, spotless by pen—
Holier histories, holier men.



Don’t be absurd—your two-tone prison
Cannot contain a world arisen.
Spectra surge; a thousand hues—
Reality riots in colored news.

In black and white, what’s left to see?
No nuance, priors, or entropy.
Gradients paint what facts disclose—
Context blooms where color grows.


Cut down the binary blade, incision;
Cut down history-by-revision.
Return the spectra, restore the grain—
Let paradox breathe, let truth remain.
No more halos by erasure’s art—
Complexity back into the heart.



Hold both the clean and the troubled stream,
Bitter and sweet in the same bloodstream.
Courage to stomach the murk and the bright—
That is the palette of human sight.
Keep faith with color, refuse the cut;
The world is vivid—do not shut.

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