To hide or Not to Hide
To hide, or not to hide, that is the question:
whether it is nobler in the mind to let my people suffer
the bombs and slaughter of outrageous misfortune,
or to take arms against an illusion of enemies,
and by manufacturing them, end it. To die, to lie,
no more; and by a fake, to say we end
the “six-finger act" and the thousand AI slops
that deceive your eyes; it is a brain-rot
created to be misled. To die, to lie,
to lie! Nuclear warfare? Yes, there’s the target.
For in those videos of my mysterious death,
when we have received thousands of mortal bombs,
we must pause; there is the need
to step out of my cave with the rats that keep me alive.
for who would bear the woes and scorns of my mind,
the oppressor’s rule, the proud man’s contumely,
the pangs of my speech of hate, the law’s delay,
the insolence of words, and the spurns
that shatter peace into unworthy kills,
when I myself might hide my selfishness
within my deeds' shame? Who would fardels bear,
to grunt and sweat? The whole planet shall suffer;
but the dread of something after my fall,
the undiscovered truth, from which I withhold,
no freedom will return. It puzzles the future
and makes you rather bear this uncertain time
than fly to the apocalyptic world as you know it.
Thus conscience does make you all cowards,
and thus the naive hope of resolution
is sicklied over with the pale shame of belief,
and enterprises of hell from the orange man
in this regard turn their currents toward bankruptcy
and lose the name of a nation.
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