Who is Anonymous?
Living in a world of shackles, where do I
belong?
Longing for a life so sweet, would that be
long?
Surveying far and beyond, exaggerated
expectations
floating above mind, whispering and murmuring
abundance of joy, love, wealth and satisfaction,
all dead to reality.
Hope, Dear O Hope, who will grant thee life, give
thee existence.
Who dare be consistent in believing in thee,
turning
the other cheeck to the hurricanes and
thunderstorms,
swimming in thorns, walking on bricks and stones,
still, looking beyond towards that shining light
illuminated
by A Beautiful Star.
A beautiful star, The beautiful star, sitting on a pile of dirt
century over century.
The beautiful star, A beautiful
star, igniting even after
years and years of constant struggle to be
overshadowed,
to be buried, to be dead.
The hope will be obtained, the star will be
found…
Anonymous, embrace all good deeds
and pure thoughts.
Start your race.
GABS
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